"Not much else to fucking do around here." Felix chewed as he looked down at the one food roll he'd bitten into, speaking again before he even finished swallowing. "Olive loaf and cheese. I can't cook worth shit."
He offered her the roll up he hadn't bitten into on his way toward the bar, figuring that would free up his hand at least. He picked up bottles, scanned the labels, then set them down again until he found some fancy kind of artisanal apple vodka and toasted caramel whiskey. He didn't bother to measure, just poured a sizable amount of both into a full sized glass, topped it with a few ice cubes, and then swirled it around with the movement of his arm. It was fall, right? Even with all the snow? 'Tis the season.
"Have you been down to the basement yet?" He gestured with his glass, as if to hold her off if she wanted to interject. "The fun part, with the games and shit. Not the one where they stuffed Officer Let's-Get-Physical."