[how any of them did indeed-- there's a reason why they were all thriving without archer. missions succeeding left and right without him there to complicate or outright ruin them with his... archerness, despite his insistence that they need him. it was one of the first things archer seen when he got back, and no doubt barry's either read the reports or heard how badly the all-around quality has dipped. probably from lana, which archer hates even more.]

Wouldn't that mean you'd power down at night...? [he sounds genuinely curious for a moment, finishing the scotch and haphazardly tossing the bottle into the wastebasket full of exiled eggs. predictably, it shatters and covers the eggs, releasing the scent of potent alcohol content in the process. that's just archer in a nutshell, isn't it? breaking things he didn't need to, taking over someone else and topping it all off with more booze than any human should be able to consume. archer shoots barry an irriated look again before he continues:] If I stop, then it'll be because I've reached the perfect level of blood-alcohol content to deal with you staring at me all night.

[he reaches over for the other bottle, squinting at the label for a moment.]

...Which might be black out. I've yet to decide.

[archer plops it back on the table, stretching out, his bad leg cracking loudly from the knee up to his hip as he settles back in the chair properly. he slides his cane into his lap to fiddle with it before giving up and pointing at the map of the target hotel pinned to the wall with the base of it.]

So I don't know if you've dealt with these gigantic, gaping assholes before, but they tend to whip out the RPGs if a goddamn moth so much as farts near them. We could probably just throw a smoke grenade into the midst of the guy's entourage and they'd blow themselves up in the confusion.

[a beat, then:] ...I mean, it would save setting up the motion detectors...