Parties aren't all that hard to understand-- just don't worry about a thing and the rest quite literally falls into one's lap. It's not a terribly important skill, but he wouldn't trade his keen sense of smell for a good time for anything in this world or the next.

After removing the bourbon, he places the box on top of a cabinet near the fireplace. The wood can shine regally there, but it's just out of reach: enough to be noticed and admired, but not touched.

"And we know each other pretty well."

Like middle names and birthdays, right? Al steps up from behind Meyer, reaching over to grab his own drink from the table, not sitting quite yet.