"I dunno, I don't drink much," Mort admitted. He had a feeling he wouldn't be able to get away with just ordering a beer. Harlow didn't seem the type to appreciate 'common'. Still, Mort didn't need to escape the world via liquor. He had books for that. "I'll have what you're havin', I guess?"
Mort gave the bar a quick look-see, a wry little smirk appearing on his thin lips. "So, this is your fabled li'l hangout, ain't it? Kinda looks like a dive, but without the charmingly burly truckers that make any diner bathroom so appealing." He gave Harlow a knowing little look. He might be baiting, just a little.