He held up the beer bottle, with a questioning glance, passing it over when Jack seemed to agree. Popping the top off his, he moved to sit on the couch in the front room, waving for Jack to do the same.
"Little of everything; had a few cases to wrap up. Davis had her kid- very premature, but strong. He should be fine... Um, I'm running testing for that friend of yours, Angel. Orlinda bought us a house, hence-" He waved around at the various boxes scattered in the room, "We're getting that taken care of. Other than that, just... driving my cars, fucking my husband. The usual,"