Couple a good bars around here, and I keep the good shit at home. Haven't been out around people for a while though, so it's an even toss-up for me.

[he gave Quentin another manly bropat on the shoulder and then dropped his arm, making sure his scarf was firmly affixed around the nasty throat scar that would undoubtedly draw attention. maybe even out him. it had become kind of a tic in the last few years, admittedly.]