[Blake tends to fall into one of two kinds of drunk; the laid-back, laughing kind, or the mellow, thoughtful kind. He uses up all his mean drunk sober. Right now, he's had enough that things are all right, he's feeling no pain.]

[It doesn't hurt to have his manly skills of punching people acknowledged, either. He puffs up a little.] I can't let anybody go around fucking with me, you know? It doesn't look right.

[It's not real bright in here. He squints at Bro's eyes.] Those colored contacts, is that the style or something around here? I know this one kid,[he gestures toward his eyes] bright red. Like fuckin' Christmas lights. Not one of those idiot teenagers who thinks he's a vampire or something, either, a kid with his head on straight.

[They even stayed in when he cried, but Blake's not gonna go around telling anybody that happened.]

Hell no. Fuckin' hate assholes in sunglasses.

[Blake waves his glass toward Bro.] Huh, whaddya know. So you can do expressions besides 'jagoff smirk.'

[He takes a sip and rolls it around in his mouth for a while.]

What's your real name, anyway?