"Yeah...." Right... that was what they had been doing. Before he went from feeling great to feeling confused. Bloody hell. The drink had turned him into a schoolboy. "Well, I guess they won't serve us anymore."

Anthony laughed, until he realized that wasn't a joke and was serious. He bit his lip. "Oh. Yeah, I guess they won't. Damn shame, that is." Usually he would've already made his leave by now, but he liked it here and he did not trust his legs to actually stay under him.

"Aye, tis." he said, though some part of Tobias began to realize that might be a good thing. "Ye'll have a good hangover in t' mornin' though."

Oh. Anthony hadn't considered that. "Well, so will you!" He giggled, getting all up in Tobias' face for a moment before leaning away again. "Either way, that's a problem for future me."

Tobias was confused. "It's still you..." Being drunk was a great time to get philosophical.

Anthony rolled his eyes, as if his logic were obvious and that Tobias was the fool for not understanding it. "Well, yeah. But future me is the one up in the morning with a hangover. Present me is sitting here and not worrying about it because he hasn't yet reached the point in time where he becomes future me." Duh.

"Oh..." he frowned because thinking was hard right now. "But... don't you want future you to suffer? I mean... do you? Don't..." wait... he was confused.

"Well, future me is not present me, and I'm present me right now, so I don't care about what happens to future me." Can he make it any more obvious?

"Oh... I guess...." That kind of made sense.

"Yes! You're getting it." Probably. Or maybe he actually wasn't getting it. Oh well, who cares! Anthony was about to drink again before he realised that he'd already finished his drink. Oh. Well.