The worst pity party imaginable, [ Cash agrees. He goes ahead and knocks the rest of his glass back, pouring himself a new one as he decides not to be shy. It's going to take a few more glasses for it to start really affecting him, anyway.

Might as well get the pleasant burn down his throat. As he glances up from his glass, the corners of his lips twitch. It's more self-deprecation than anything else. As if he'd upset the social balance on purpose. ]

Are you scared of my deep love of booze? [ he decides to joke back, a touch softer than his earlier words. ] I know it's intense, but it's nothing to be scared of. I just like a good time.