*finally takes a good look at you, his eyes scan you* Of course you haven't been living under a rock, as far as I can tell you don't even need to spend your nights out here in the desert or in your car, as many killjoys do. You've obviously found shelter, somewhere safe; this leads me to the conclusion that you're quite sociable, and yes, of course, obviously, you are. Mm. You've got drinking problems, though, even though perhaps you don't realize it yet, but I should advice you to go easy on alcohol. *takes a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket, lights one* Oh. And, nice to meet you, I guess? I don't think you introduced yourself?