Marco tipped his head back and gulped down the shot, his face twisting as it burnt down his throat. On another day, he might have questioned her confusion over him missing her, but today, he was on the verge of drunken babbling. This last drink would probably do it. "To that," he agreed instead. "I guess that makes sense," he said after a moment of thought. "I quit drinking, 'member? But I guess i fucked that up." He glanced down at the little shot glass, then set it down on the bar. "That's okay though. I feel good. It's just what it is." He shrugged and reached to refill his glass. "What do you usually do for New Years? You ever, um... You ever go down there?" He pointed towards the window.