Jim makes a face at him, but heads to the table he'd indicated, sliding into the seat. He sets his bag next to him, watches him at the bar, and leans his forearms on the top of the table.

When Pike slides in across from him, and sets the beer and shot in front of him---he cocks a brow at him. He swipes the shot, and downs it, grimacing only slightly as he sets it down.

"So is it a heart to heart instead? I've never been good at those." Then again, he's not really tried. Nobody wants to hear that kind of a story, and he's not exactly the sort to share it. So he does what he's good at. He gives himself a few days to be a royal fuck up, and gets on with his shitty little life.

Only now he had an opportunity to do more, and here he was letting himself piss it away.