[ well, xichen probably has a point here. nothing substantial about a routine on a constant cycle, especially for kovacs who's never been one for doing the same thing over and over, not when most of his life, he never even spent too long wearing the same face. ]

Never bored of a good whiskey. [ but he's not really thinking about the consistency of booze and hookers, his mind drifting to a different desire altogether, silent as he stares off to nothing at all, gaze blurred at the legs that move about on the floor of a saloon that continues its life outside of their hidden haven beneath the table. ]

And if it's the right person, well — then you'd spend every single day with them and never get tired of it. Find the right person and every day's still new.