[Thank god for small miracles. He laughed, equally relieved. He might have won but honestly it wouldn't have really felt like a win anyway.]

Well I'm equally guilty there. How about a drink to celebrate the cease-fire?

[He's joking, of course. All he wants is a smoke and to never drink again until at least tomorrow afternoon. Maybe late afternoon.]

So, not that that's done, how's life treating you? Got anything good coming up?

[He doubts it. There's never anything good in this god-forsaken shithole. What he wouldn't give for a good job or a bit of excitement. Or at least, hell, a fun bar. A resort. An island village full of beautiful women who culturally shunned clothing.]