"I'm a ... whatever's in front of me," remarked Jon. Furthermore, he didn't put salt, or ketchup, or any kind of condiment on any of his food as he ate slowly. Molly had long grown used the habit and had ceased commenting on it. Besides, the redhead had more pressing matters in front of her. She grabbed the shot of whiskey she ordered and smirked.
"Should have made it a double. To Ireland!" And with that, she downed the shot. Slamming the glass down on the bar, she shook her head to clear it. Jon sighed inwardly as he glanced over to Molly, and then glanced back to Adrian.
"You know, my company could use more surgeons on stand by, for private clientèle, if you're interested. It certainly wouldn't hurt to keep in touch- you seem like you take your work seriously, Adrian."