Trent had actually started to relax around the Irishman. He seemed friendly enough, at least as long as he was drunk. "I pray to God it's all in the past. You Rosetta's get scary when you're angry." He grinned at him, taking a swig from his own bottle, hist first of the night so far. Although he'd heard from quite a few people that this man was a drinker, the Irish blood probably contributing greatly to that. He'd have to figure out how many bottles he had already. That way Trenton would have nothing to really worry about. When he mentioned Nora, he grinned wider. "I could be. I've been too busy to really find out." Man, this guy sure was fun when he was drunk. He could get used to this. He wondered how different he'd be if he was sober. Somehow, he didn't think Neil would be as friendly. But, no use in fretting about the future. It hadn't even come yet.