Michael Guerin & Josh Russo
Josh wasn't quite drunk yet, but he'd be there soon enough. He was at that pleasant point where he was still perfectly functional but the inhibitions and filters were a little shaky.
He'd managed to get through the first three dates well enough, even if one or two of them had made him worry about just what the hell he was getting himself into with this place. That was probably a common enough reaction, he figured.
Oh, hello. Not exactly Josh's type, but certainly pretty to look at. Josh could roll with that. "Hey," he returned with a surprisingly easy-going smile. "Josh. How's the night been treating you?"