"I've been here a few minutes now, and I've seen enough," Bob says as he takes a drink of his beer, a bottle of whiskey
in his other hand.
The two are sitting on the couch, each sipping at his beer and laughing at the jokes of their own. It's strange to see
Bob so relaxed, his eyes so vacant, his head bobbing in the water. He looks as if he could fall asleep with the TV on,
but he doesn't. He stands up and takes another sip of his beer, as if this was one of those times where the drink will
help him calm down.
"Hey, I didn't know you were a drinker," he says, and then chuckles as he says, "Hey, what's up with you? I'm thinking
that's the first time we've ever talked."
