Ned makes a small noise of agreement when Ginsberg says what he does about wishing his job paid a bit more. He's making enough now to keep his head above water, but things were bad for the first year or so, and he doesn't want to think how much worse it would be if he didn't save money using rotten fruit, and if he wasn't able to make large amounts of cash on the side with... less savory endeavors.

"I don't drink much, myself. Don't know why I suggested coming here, of all places. I guess I just figured that's what people do, when they- " he hesitates, redirects his words from his intended 'when they're attracted to someone' "-when they meet someone interesting. They buy them a drink."

He bites the inside of his lip, feeling the heat spreading across his face again, but he pretends he can't and hopes Ginsberg doesn't notice. He can always blame it on the alcohol. Rolling the glass between his palms, he asks, "Why's everyone so drunk at the office? Or is that... normal, for advertising agencies?"