"Alright," Wayne replied, a smile slowly spreading across his face. He hadn't come to Finnigan's tonight with expectations of anything, but this...this was nice.
Though it looked like he had some catching-up to do, from a beverage standpoint.
Wayne signaled for a drink, requesting an Irish car bomb and an extra shot of Bailey's. He knocked back the shot first, then proceeded with the cocktail, downing it all at once. That should get him on the right track.
"D'ya hear the match yesterday?" he asked, smiling at the man on his right. Fuck, he was tall.