Matt shifts over, giving the lady a place to sit next to him. He isn't worried about money and with every drink the responsible voice is drowned out even more. The warm body pressed next to him does even more than the alcohol to push any thoughts of restraint out of his mind.

He waits until the drinks are in front of him before he picks up his glass and clicks it against her own. "Cheers," he says. "Drinking is far better with a pretty girl at my side."