"Whatever," the fire was already dying out, all his energy spent on the one tirade. He didn't really care to argue about it though he had his own line of thought on the subject. Not a very light-hearted one. He also didn't need another physical fight with anyone else right now no matter how tempting it was to lash out.

He just turned his face away from the other man and kept low against the counter, practically laying on it. The epitome of a sad and pathetic loser. He hated that thought but didn't have the energy to fix it. He just wanted another drink.