"And here I thought you were offering me a drink of yours," he said with a wiggle of his eyebrows. "But yes. I drink. But I... work in a bar, too. So I don't go to other bars much. And I've only been here a few days. It would have to be from somewhere else. California, maybe?" he asked, curious. "Which bar do you work at?"
Slowly, he reached forward and took the CD out of the other man's fingers, holding the case a long moment and looking at the picture before glumly giving it back. "Not what I wanted, anyway. And it's House music."