Kevin was pleased to see Lisa when she arrived. As she pulled up a stool, a pint of Faustus Winter ale floating over to where he was sitting. "Only my favorite special series winter ale." He caught the attention of the bartender again. "Can you mix up something sweet for my friend here?"
Turning to Lisa, he tapped his chin in cosideration. "Let's see...juice based with rum? No. Vodka. And cranberry?" He tried to remember what Lisa like to drink. "Oh nevermind. Go ahead and tell him what you want."
When she offered Kevin a smoke, he shook his head no, gesturing to his own pack. Kevin was not much of a smoker. He had started it rather casually in school, using it more for an excuse to relate to other people, particularly those who might be stressing out beneath bleachers or behind broom sheds. As an adult, he only did it when he was drinking. Like his leather jacket, it was probably not as cool as he imagined it was.
"Looks like it's going to be a good crowd tonight," he commented.