The whole thing was gettin' ridiculous, and I was gettin' in the mood for a good fight. I love Tweezle juice y'know. It's got such a kick. Slowly, he turned his eyes on me, and man, I ain't never felt so scrutinized in my life, like I'd been picked apart, analyzed, and stuffed back together in a split second. He looked back at the jukebox and placed his arms on either side of it.
Intoxication is the word.
Maybe I . That much seemed clear. I turned back to the bar, but I couldn't get ol' Max's attention. Too many customers swillin' down drinks that by right oughta been mine. Frustrated, I turned back and tried a new approach.