"Oh yeah," Jack murmured. "Hey, I don't know, a massage could be as relaxing as a beer. If the masseuse is cute." He tucked the coupons back into his pocket. "Might be a bit early to hit the bar, though. Doesn't look like the kind of place where too many people drink their breakfasts." He grinned. He doubted that Max had meant to go to the bar so early, but it made for a good joke. "Sounds like something fun to do, though. Though you'll probably have better luck than me."