[ he takes the bottle back, a wince of his own flashing across his face at the taste when it hits his tongue and the way it burns his throat. there's something about it that feels good though-- maybe it's just as simple as the fact that it's booze. ]

Think I was lucky I don't have anything like that-- Met a lot of blokes who got injuries that never healed right on the pitch, but... Not me.

[ david takes another sip, another grimace at the taste like it's somehow a surprise, and offers the bottle back to jeff. ]