“Not dumb at all. Those books and that tattoo are part of who you are. Nothing about that could be dumb.”
She laughed. “You always know just the thing to say.” Her eyes drifted to my whiskey. “God, I could use one of those.”
“Give it a little while.”
Another chuckle. “I mean, I’m not jonesing for booze. Just that with the night we have in front of us…”
“I get it. Trust me, you’ll be glad you did this sober.”
She put her hands on her hips. “Oh, but you don’t have to be?”
“I’m an Irishman – we’re born pros at this. Now come on – we’ve got some parents to entertain.”