"Are you good?" He waited for a moment, just to make sure Hartley had properly adjusted, part of him wanting to cover his ears and make it easier. He supposed the implants weren't that highly speced given Hartley's budget restrictions so they were probably sensitive. Maybe he could make some? Like he wasn't as good at making them but he had way more funding so whatever he made would have enough parts for him to pull them to pieces later and rebuild something better.

"I drink whatever is cheap and will get me drunk fastest. Usually I just do as many shots as possible." They were cheap, fast and fun to do with his friends. If he was in a club, he always did shots. "Otherwise, WKD tends to do it for me."