Oliver was about to order when he heard his name. He twirled around. "Huh," he blinked, "Hello Terry." He held out his hand to the man next to Boot. "It's nice to meet you, Ernie."
"Excuse me one moment," he nodded then turned back to the bar, ordering a drink. "Yes, I got here just a few minutes ago."
He scratched rather ferociously at his neck. "I hate dress robes. They're so ruddy uncomfortable."