Not a fan of a long island or most concoctions at all, Hoffman's been a bit easy. Most days, you pour him straight bourbon, and he'll consume like a parched man drinking water.

He's a man that's got little to lose; tell it by the way his pattronage becomes constant - punctual.

Every drop of alcohol infiltrates until the conviction and guilt blur into nothing. And now? It's blurring.

"One more," Mark manages.

His eyes meet yours, inebriated and lying. He doesn't intend to quit.