"Not really," West answered. "There's just a guy I know that sometimes throws a get-together... but I think he stopped. Not sure."
He hadn't really thought about it, but he hadn't seen the other Acanthus since then. Part of him was curious what happened to the other Enchanter, but if one thing was sure, no one could dig a hole as deep or fast as an Acanthus.
And if someone told me tomorrow he'd drank himself to death it wouldn't surprise me at all.
As his order arrived, West downed the shot, and turned back to Matt.
"Hey, I'm not real sure what's what, but you aren't like, uh, together with Emily, are you?"