[Sully manages to return to a full-upright position with only the smallest waver, which he thought was pretty good. He let his knuckles rest on the slightly-tacky bar (old varnish) and missed most of what was going on with Chloe in the face of two more shots. He didn't miss what she said.]

It's rare, but in this case flattery will get you nowhere. You can't trust a thief, I should know.

[The bartender had helpfully provided more poison for them. And poison was apt, the stuff was really just-

You know, I miss- I miss really good liquor. You know, the top shelf, end-of-job stuff.

[And he does. A damn stupid thing to get maudlin about, but there you go. Drinking to get drunk did have it's many splendors, but sometimes what you really wanted was something to taste. Something to go with a good cigar. Aw, shit.]

All right, all right, I take it you're good for another go?