too many words. none of the right ones. I ain't keeping them in character, i guess.

- there was something there in your glass, - I say and I look at him politely. - You sure you haven't forgotten how to drink?
He takes the bait, and downs the glass, and then looks around with that vague uncertainty that usually comes to people after the second shot of a hazardous alcoholic cocktail.
- There's nothing there. - he sonics to be sure, misses the setting, and the glass breaks.