The other man didn’t look like he was in good shape, and Ehren worried that he might be too drunk to function. Still, it wasn’t his business and he was paying for all the recent awful decisions he’d made. Realizing it was probably rude to not acknowledge that they’d been acquaintances. He found himself downing his scotch and signaling to the bartender for another before repositioning himself in a seat closer to the other man.
“I’m sorry, I know we’ve met before but I can seem to remember your name. I’m Ehren.” He said, offering a hand to shake. It was clear the stranger was handsome but at this point, the idea of trying to hit on anyone was moot. He couldn’t have an intimate relationship with anyone if it was going to affect his health.