A voice he had not heard in a while broke what little concentration the man had. Charlie turned and saw Oliver standing there plan as day. It was weird that some people you can always recognize no matter how long it had been.
"Oy," he called back getting up. "How have you been, mate."
Charlie met the man half way in the bar with a big grin on his face and his arms crossed. He could see that the man had been through a few rough games recently. There were many ways to get rid if the physicals signs, but there was no hiding the slight scent that was left behind from anyone who did not use the same stuff all the time
"You look great man, life treating you well enough?"