Will smiled wryly. Between her sensible shoes and his obsessive escape planning, if a fire alarm did happen to go off, they'd be the first out the door.
The warning prickle of an immortal's approach crept on him unexpectedly, and for a brief moment his shoulders tensed, until his eyes fell on the approaching bartender and Clio jumped in to make introductions. Of course; she'd said a friend owned the place, and obviously some of her friends would be Greeks.
"How's it going," he said, shaking the proffered hand. "Oh, uh, just a beer, mate. Whatever's on tap."