Ian doesn’t care about much. Annoying girlfriend? Whatever. Top-secret government job that puts his life in danger? No big deal. As long as each day can provide him with a cold drink and someone to slur his words towards, he’s content. Maybe a new friendship with a bartender or a binge-drinking blind man could spice his days up a bit, but let’s not get too crazy. There’s something to be said for wearing a nice rut into the ground and using it to set up camp. This should be enough for a while, right?
Besides, it’s not like anything could go wrong…
