The last pancake finished, John flipped it out onto a plate and then turned the stove off before taking one last drag of his cigarette and putting the butt into the empty bottle to fizzle out on its' own.
"Don't sound too surprised," he grinned, picking up his glass and taking a quick swallow. He'd generally add ice, but this was fine too. "I don't have a table," he said, as if it weren't obvious.