"At least I ain't as old as him." Fact he was sitting here with Bobby ready to fall over drunk was hell of a thing. Unlikely as hell, he wondered if Bobby was gonna ask about hell, John wasn't going to volunteer anything.
"Go ahead and declare it. Isn't going to change anything." Besides, it hadn't been all that memorable really. "Do you have any short stories?" If there was one thing Bobby wasn't known for it was being chatty.
Hell, he'd just used the word chatty. Maybe he was a little drunk.
"Let's fall out. Been thinking about sleeping on a mattress for the last few minutes and its sounding pretty damn good in my head." John pushed back from the table, eying the empty bottle and glasses. Yeah, they'd hit it pretty hard.