The dark ale hit his lips and instantly he could feel some of the shakiness and irritability die down. Unlike his cans of Budweiser this was not bitter at all, it was stout and smooth, it also packed about twice the punch of one of his normal brew and was twice as large, so doing the quick and easy math this was going to be equal to four beers. In theory it meant that Mark should take things easy and drink it slowly, but that was hardly the case here at all. "Cheers," he said when she offered it up and then he proceeded to chug the large mug like it was nothing at all. About the time her second glass of Patron made it to her he was already two mugs in and now slowly working on his third as the buzz was in full effect.<br/><br/>Then she said his name and his eyes drifted to meet her own, "yes," he responded during the brief pause. He instantly regretted it of course, as her words proved to be as sharp as a razor aimed right at the heart of all things. Thinking that he hated everyone, her speech indicated that this was definitely not a filtered conversation and that the tequila was making its effects shown.<i> Fuck me sweetly she is a bit tipsy.</i>He was buzzed as well and his mind fuzzy, this was not a good combination, and all he hoped was that this little bar did not suddenly grow witness to a full scale war.<br/><br/>His blood boiled, but being the one used to being drunk he also controlled his anger just a bit. "Let's not make a scene here." He started off quietly enough before continuing, "if you want to piss me off take me home and we can have a full blown shouting match there. I hardly think you are in a position to be playing journalist at this point. It is rather obvious you don't drink much." With that he swallowed the rest of his third mug and waved the bartender off of a fourth beer just in case she took him up on the offer of leaving. Of course if she insisted on having their little argument here and now he also would oblige that, he was not sober enough to be purely rational.