As Brian was looking around for at least some human interaction with anyone, he began to think about Justin back home. Here in this place him and Justin have a daughter, plus, Brian was a grandfather here as well. There was so much to tell him, he only hoped that Justin was happy back home. Oh fuck, who was he kidding, this was the booze talking and he knew it.
So when some guy approached him with blonde hair and saying that he was sorry about being late. Taking a drink from his Jim Beam on the rocks, he turned to the guy. "Oh hey....it's alright. I was just going to the closest bar. Needed a drink bad".