"It is entirely possible we're drinking 'cause I like a good whiskey," he said, and for the record at the moment that was close enough to the truth. "I ain't too good at hiding a heavy emotion," and that was another blatant truth, if the question was heavy hearted and directly related to recent events he'd be a lot more of a mess. A tidy mess, but a mess.

"But I like your attitude on the matter of poor decision makin'," he laughed.

These little things on his mind were always on his mind, sometimes more than others depending on how long ago he did a job but he'd been down in Dallas with his sister lately doing the boring stuff, logistics. Who's going to be responsible for what when they move away from being suppliers and move in to dealing as well.

"I'm always sorry to hear when folks don't have much a good family," a beat, and a hand moved to excuse his assumption, "well I ain't sayin' your family weren't good. My family's big, see. We're all real close." A beat, "you're welcome to come down or," another moment, "whatever direction it'd be from here."

He smiled, and shrugged. "Sometimes boring is just fine. Half the week I cut hair, other half I do this," hand waved to the bartender. Dismissing the weekend didn't constitute for a lie, did it?