As far as he can tell Derek's not the one that fucks things up. The last maniac he'd fallen for had been hellbent on taking them all out and that had been one of the tamer girlfriends all of them had had. "Nah, you just haven't met the right kind of woman yet."

He ignores the comment about Eudora, knowing full well who he's referring to and decidedly choosing not to even go there. She's the last thing he wants to talk about right now. He can still see that mournful disappointed look she'd given him when he'd been packing his shit. Who was he kidding? Even she'd seen him fucking up coming from a mile away.

"You're right," Diego says, picking up the beer the bartender just put in front of him. He chugs it down and sets it on the bar before pushing himself off the bar stool. "Let's go."