Life was actually pretty good for Sam Anders right then. Things were calm again after the other version of him had been killed and things at the Lux were going well. And there was Mirta and the baby. A slightly goofy grin crossed his face as he thought of them. They would have to start thinking of getting baby things soon, as well as doctor's appointments.

Even being the owner, Sam still enjoyed the time he spent working the bar, less and less these days as the running of the club took over his time. Tonight though, he was pouring drinks and clearing glasses, enjoying the routine of it.

He wandered over to a few tables, grabbing some empty glasses ready to be washed when he saw the guy sitting down, a new face for him. He grinned easily as he cleared the table next to him.

"You having a good night?"