Greg had been on his way out, when he noticed Ray walking back out into the lobby with the whiskey. That was all the invitation he needed to stay, dropping heavily into one of the chairs near the door. He took the bottle as offered, shameless about unscrewing the cap and taking a swig.
"Everybody lies," Small girls who didn't speak your language, doubly so. Greg shrugged. "There are agencies that handle this kind of thing, you know." It might have seemed cold, but it was what Greg likely would have done, in Ray's position.