Tim gets up to replenish their drinks, the whiskey on rocks for Jon and another ridiculous, fruity, brightly colored thing for himself that he doesn't even care about the name of. It doesn't matter, after all. He's in it for the three or four alcohols in it, and the fact that it tastes a bit like candy or fruit more than anything else.

When he returns, he finds that the space hasn't done much for making him feel better. He hadn't really expected it to, but now it's confirmed, because setting the drink down in front of Jon makes him want to up end it over his head.

Instead, he sprawls gracelessly back into his seat and starts drinking this new one. "So, what else, boss?"