"Yeah, well," he taps a finger on the discarded bottle. "That's what I'm trying to do." It was just hard to loosen up when there were half-naked people around. At least, it was hard for Rex to loosen up in these circumstances.

He finally manages to get the bartender's attention, ordering a whiskey and soda because, well, that'll make more of an impact on his sobriety than the beer has been.

"Cynthia," he repeats, looking at her like he's gauging whether she looks like a Cynthia or not. "So either I'm deserving or that's a fake name." Look, Rex is trying to be cool and banter. "Have you... been here very long?"