"It's fine, all whiskey pales in comparison to Craig but that's an absolute bitch to get out here." Michael lamented as he didn't stop looking into Bobby's eyes. They were a soft brown, with light flecks inside and all with a strange sort of puppyish vibe. They weren't deep and dark like his, they had a shine to them that was oddly enthralling. "I should stay sober. I'll have to explain this to Luci when I get home and that's best done not entirely plastered."

So he looked away and raised his beer in appreciation. "A little for the edge." This was not how he expected to spend his night but honestly, he didn't think it could have gone better if he tried.