He shakes his head, still chuckling as another glass is put at his hand.

Conversation remains along such lines: sex... holidays... sex... drinking... sex...

It was a theme for them. Sipping drinks moved to out-and-out drinking. From Cosmos and Whiskey Sours to seeing who could do the most tequila shots. About the eighth shot, which Ruin slammed down on the bartop after drinking, made him realize he was seeing two... or was it three?... Mary Annes in front of him.

"Legs," he slurred, leaning over to press a kiss to her shoulder (though it ended up more near her breast). "Tell me 'gain why we've not done this 'fore?"