*brushes some dust off his pants (ah man, the brickwork was just pressure-cleaned for spring too) and takes his glass* *raises it to the bartender before he drinks* Hope your night's better than mine, man.
*glances down the bar as he takes a sip, as was his wont, back in the day* *spots you down the way* *...and really thought he'd seen all the blondes in this town*
*neatens his tie such as it is* *gives you a headtilt, wondering at your look*