"Hey, I will have you know I used to be able to fake giving a shit about these things with the best of 'em. I used to be a pretty high ranking lieutenant back in Detroit, and that means that I had to fuckin' smile and nod with the goddamn best of 'em."

But now he's nowhere near faking it. He just looks bored and tired. His date's busy being responsible, and on one hand he's happy about that. He's a good guy, and being this sort of unselfish soul isn't just the thing that made him care, it's what gave Hank faith in the world again. On the bad side he's fucking tired and he doesn't want to fucking be here and he got fucking dressed up for fucking nothing.

"At least they didn't go cheap on the booze. Thank fuckin' god for that." Or the snacks. The buffet was good, for all that he was eating with laser precision to not get his uniform messed up within an hour of putting this shit on.