He shakes his head. "Didn't mention it. Wasn't actually waiting for someone, just hoping...sound familiar?"
"Maybe I'm just wondering...if you're that creeped out by the life or death factor, why you're still talking to me?"
"Sorry, got my hackles up bit there. I just..." he shrugs, "If I sit here much longer, I'm liable to drink more. Which will equal making a fool of myself...more than I already am, or starting a fight. I'm thinking I should get out there into the night, find myself a way to stay out of trouble. Or get into it." he winks. "Besides, you don't want to stare at the dead ringer for your ex all evening, do you?"