[Watching the glasses accumulate on the bar really makes Caleb's state make more sense. He's drinking to get drunk. He clinks his own shot glass and downs it. The bitter burn is familiar, fiery. Marc breathes out the heat and then chases it with a gulp of rum and coke. ]
Mmmmnnn.
[After a gulp he clicks his tongue.]
Are you celebrating anything, Caleb?
[Though something in his eyes already dismisses that.]
no subject
Mmmmnnn.
[After a gulp he clicks his tongue.]
Are you celebrating anything, Caleb?
[Though something in his eyes already dismisses that.]