It was best not to ask how much Cooper has already had to drink. The amount could have drowned a small country. "Psh, if I looked the way you do, I could get anyone I wanted, hair be damned." Is it strange that it's probably the nicest thing he's ever said to Thomas?

Cooper orders a boilermaker, dropping the whiskey in straight off. Oh, he is going to have such a headache tomorrow. But right now, he doesn't care. "You're lookin' at the new Marquess of Hackney. I am now offically a grand poobah."