"It is," she said slowly. She'd have to be blind not to notice how his demeanor had changed. Jolene moved again this time from the counter top onto the stool next to him. She poked him in the side and then messed her hand in his hair. "Lighten up you. I'm not going to let the only Irish man around here get strange on me." Well, he might not be the only Irish man but for now he was. Jolene even went to pat him on the cheek lightly when she was done with his hair.
"I wouldn't call flight attendant a career path but it well it was fun while it lasted." Jolene laughed. "I guess I don't have to worry about money now." She finished off her whiskey and went to pour some more.