[Hard pickled, maybe. Buzzed enough to not bitch and moan too loudly for someone trying to talk to him rather than leaving him to his alcoholism as though they were a married couple. Out here is an escape from what might be a helping hand back on the beaten path. Out here is....well. It's got a bar with no one breathing down Hank's neck for indulging in it.]
Heh.
[At first, it seems like that's all the detective has to say about the kid's chosen profession. He takes another pull from his glass. But his mouth has other thoughts apparently because he explains.]
no subject
Heh.
[At first, it seems like that's all the detective has to say about the kid's chosen profession. He takes another pull from his glass. But his mouth has other thoughts apparently because he explains.]
You're a rat, then. [And this amuses him.]