He snickered again. "I can think great! It's just only great fer Drunk me, not so much fer Sober me." He grinned, and refilled his glass, setting the bottle down closer to Travis before leaning back with his drink.

"You know what's great fun while drunk, though?" He held up his phone again. "Drunk texting!" Then he stopped, looking at his phone, and frowned. "'cept alla th' people I wanna text're in Zenderael..." Except Duncan, but after Duncan's temper the other night, he didn't want to risk pissing the man off with inane nonsensical drunk texts. "We gotta invent a cross-world telephone service."