Davy & April, 7pm ish
He walked along side the second strange woman he'd met in a week, though this one was vastly different than the last. It still felt awkward, not being used to having such company. "Depends on what you think tastes good." He replied, knowing it was less than helpful. "I'd almost bet you'd prefer something fruity or sweet, though." Nothing like the scotch he was clutching.