He twisted the cap off of his own bottle expertly, setting the cap on the side of the table to be cleaned up later. He grabbed the remote from the table and set it on the arm of the couch as the pre-show came on for the game. It was commentary not worth listening much to, since the team was going to play however they were going to play and a pair of soft men couldn't dictate the game.

He reached out and grabbed a chip of his own, only taking a small amount of the dip. That stuff would give him a heart attack if he ate too much of it, and unlike his companion, his metabolism was definitely slowing down.

"Ohh, you are such a little bitch talking smack like that," he said with a scowl on his face, though he took no offense. There were parts of Queens where people wanted to live and raise a family and be successful. And then there were the parts of Queens like where he had grown up that he wouldn't recommend to anyone. "But I getcha. I wouldn't live there anymore. You gone back to explore Brooklyn much?"