Thank you very much, Alcohol. Seriously. Bahorel sort of loves the effect it has on women when it makes them flirty and likely to come to him. Not that he can't make the effort on his own, or anything, but well, it's pretty nice when he can get met partway. Which he actually assumes is happening right now. Silly Bahorel.
"Well, I don't know if it's silly exactly." He admits. The truth was, The Drunk Tank had sort of been losing its appeal lately. "When you're to the point where you don't look forward to every day, that's probably a sign you aren't entirely happy at work." he said.
"And well, I'm sort of started down that path. I think that this could be the sort of thing that'd make me VERY happy in the long run. And perfect. Let me get you mine." And, even though this was a job, he was going for the red phone, the real one, as opposed to the tracfone used for work, and the one that he used to store the numbers of his one night stands in case he wanted to hook up with them again. The red phone was something rare and special. Treasure this!