"You can't just let me couch rot?" Liam said with a soft sigh. "It's winter, winter is hibernation season. I can be part hibernating creature if I want to be," he commented, even though he hasn't been able to expel the energy to stay in an animal form for long since his accident. "Besides, what's the point of the batting cages if I can't play baseball?" That last part was still his lie, a fear with baseball encasing around his injured heart. A lie so easily told, an excuse to cover up the actual reasons he didn't return to baseball.

"I don't know who they hired to bartend, but apparently someone who doesn't know how to make a Long Island," Liam said, making a face at his Long Island Iced Tea. "It's like messed up. Wanna try it?"