#augustine 002.

"I will never understand how anyone likes IPAs," Christos grimaced, sliding the short glass of pale liquid given to him by the bartender to sample right back over. He didn't even know why he entertained the idea. "Might as well put some grass clippings and orange juice in a blender and call it a day -- I'll just take a Jack and ginger ale." He glanced over at his friend, expression returning to neutral once the taste had subsided. "So, you never told me how much money you ended up losing the other night before it all went to shit."