Ignoring most of the conversation, or using selective hearing, Jim only added his two cents when it seemed amusing. Most likely though he was the only one who found it funny as he raised his bottle and said, “Here’s to Errol, God bless her chaste heart. And as for me, Chance, I’m very special thank you very much.”<br/><br/>He only took a sip this time, realizing he must seem quite the lush. Fact is though alcohol had no effect on him despite his deepest wishes.  His wish for the pain to go away. Jim cleared his throat to cover whatever his face might have revealed about his true demeanor and cocked his head towards the kitchen. “I could’ve swore that girl was carrying groceries. This place got any good grub?”