Sam definitely needed a drink, that was sure. He was tired of struggling with paperwork and filing deadlines, dealing with red tape and loopholes. He wished he could help people like he did in his dreams, not like he did in this world.
"Well, thanks, man. I appreciate it." He said, gulping again. "Lawyer," he added, pulling a business card from his pocket. He slid it across the bar for Haymitch.
"Understood." He said with a nod. "Sounds like your day was as rough as mine."