Scott was definitely in need of some drinks after today. So he headed to Lou's, the perfect place for said drinks. And who did he run into that evening? Nancy. His not-secret-admirer. He smiled slightly, and slid onto the bar stool beside her. "Fancy seeing you here," he said, with a small smile.
He motioned toward the bartender, "Two shots of tequila, please." Both for him. Or one for him one for Nancy, if she wanted one.
"No song for me this evening?" he asked, smirking slightly. "I must say, I am sorely disappointed."