"Mister Once a Month," she said, with a bit of an acrid air to her tone, though the faint grin on her lips was an indication that she probably meant that to be just a bit on the humorous side. "Well, there's no reason for you of all people to be drinking alone with all the cute tail around here, but if you insist on sitting with the jail bait..."
And she motioned there at the other side of the table. "Good to see you're still in one piece at least."
(Apologies. Catching back up. slightlytricky week earlier.)