"No shit." He laughed again at that. "We don't want traffic either. Too bad they gotta deal with it, too."

Tyrus decided to stick with the rum. It was good stuff; he wanted a bit more of it, before he switched to a different liquor. He filled up his glass and took a sip of it, before he looked back to Malachai. He grinned over the glass's rim again. "I'll leave your vodka alone," he said. "I'm not the biggest fan, anyways. You like the stuff too much to share?"