With obvious and apparent irritation, he placed the glass on the nearest table. Before he even entertained the notion of continuing the conversation, he slowly and methodically replaced the cap on the bottle of scotch. Finally, he leaned back in his seat and stared at the man, “The next words out of your mouth better convince me that your appearance here is worth my time.”

              _{obviously the last thing ky needed to get into was more trouble. well, more trouble than he found himself in daily, but all the same, he was attempting ( for the most part ) to be decent. “you’re right, it may not be fully worth your time, but i’ve been wrong before.” well, more times than he could personally count, but that was ultimately besides the point.}