<strong>"Actually, I <em>do</em> like stout.  Just not that label."</strong>He makes a face.<strong>"Guinness or Black Pool is more my speed."</strong><br/><br/>He looks around, sighs.<br/><br/><strong>"Let me go get something and then we can scram.  Someone's coming to, ah, clean up and I don't want to be here while they're working. Long story."</strong>He shakes his head and disappears into the bedroom again, emerging only moments later.<strong>"Lead on, MacDuff.  And I should remember to ask.  Your girlfriend is okay with this, right?  Because Ingress already fucking hates my guts and I don't want her or the girls to have another reason to come after me."</strong>