[ roy catches the ball and it flies towards him, bouncing it on the table top idly as he shrugs and chatters distractedly. and, maybe, because he'd like this kid to have some air between drinks. ]

Used to be, when I was a raging alcoholic who beat everyone at beer pong. [ which is part of why we're here now, and roy flashes a toothy grin. he was not entirely straight forward, but then again, boy was talking some mad shit. ] Hey, still got one part.

[ once jason's swallowed down his beer, he gives the kid a moment more before another toss, bounce, plop. he doesn't miss this cup the same as he hasn't missed the last few. ]

I know you can, old man, just making sure you're getting a breath between drinks. Hiccups are a bitch.