[In all kind and rational fairness, the SQUIP hadn't exactly been allowed to finish its job. Without it, L's weak areas are guaranteed to be glaring, and they are significant.]

Something forced my mouth on your neck. Probably the same thing that forced you to constantly spout inane and poorly-translated fortune cookie inserts. It's not like I just left you there...

[He does sort of consider that his good deed for the year, truly going above and beyond when he didn't actually have to.]

Bartender, more terrible whiskey and two shots of something with chocolate.

[As far as he's concerned, Jeremy's in this now. The bartender rolls his eyes, but L looks like he's at least tipping recklessly well, so the drinks are delivered in short order.]