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"Before you start in on me about being late,” Isaac started to preface, smoothly sliding onto the empty barstool besides James. “-- let me just say that the next round is on me.” He flashed his friend a grin, huffing a chuckle as he glanced away and lifted a hand to flag down the nearest bartender. The fact that Isaac was late wasn’t all that unusual, and he had no good excuse for it tonight, either, hence the immediate offer of alcohol. The sooner that they dove into getting drunk, the sooner that they could let loose, and that was all Isaac ever really wanted from an evening out. “How’s it going, man?” He asked, glancing back to his longtime friend as they waited on drinks. “Still lawyering it up?” ( @jamescarnahan )