Jay had just paid the cab driver, thanking him for the recommendation of the bar he'd dropped him at, and was putting his wallet back in his pocket when he was nearly sent flying by another.
"Woah! Steady on there!" he cried out, arm quickly reaching out to grab the other person so they both didn't end up in a tangled mess of limbs on the sidewalk. The young man, as Jay was eventually able to identify, had run fair square into him so it wasn't hard for Jay to presume he was a little distracted, or more.
"Are you OK?" he asked, his hand still on the young man's arm to help stabilise him. "I thought I was in a rush for a drink but I'll let you go first!" he added with a quick grin and wink. "I take it that's where you were headed?" The door of the bar was a few feet from them, given the stumble and Jay's quick eye took in the young man, putting him around late twenties, the shock of unruly sandy hair reminding him of a surfer he'd managed to get a good series of photos of out at the Clear Water Classic at Westport a few weeks earlier. They'd already been snapped up by a national magazine for publication.