Eric had order two drinks at first, but when it seemed like he'd be drinking alone, he went back to just the one. He was probably three in by the time some hot chick finally said something, and he paused. The beer was almost to his waiting and willing lips, but he couldn't remember what he was doing. The voice didn't fit the face, but it fit the look. Romper Stomper. D's voice finally clued him in.
"No problem. So, she's the DJ? Hot. You're gettin' the drinks, man. Prolly get more than I could in this shit hole." The bartender grunted behind the bar, and Eric could only shrug. It wasn't a bad pub, even if it was a little dirty and smelly and the clientele wasn't exactly wearing brass buttons. It was exactly where people went to get falldown drunk.
"So, yeah, out there? They go bonko today round here. I do mean bonko. Bother you any, seeing as it's the colonies celebrating an English ass beat down." Eric smiled, and he certainly wasn't apologizing for giving Constantine's ride a good once over.