More than a few people seemed happy to take Lindsey up on his offer to buy a round and for the next few minutes, glasses clinked against the wooden surface and various alcoholic drinks were poured.
He heard the woman a few seats down ask for the same thing he was having, a small smile appearing. "Jack Daniels," he replied as the bartender, smirking himself, grabbed the bottle from the rack on the wall and went to pour George's drink as requested.
Lindsey lifted the glass in a small toast. "Bottoms up," he stated before knocking back half of the remaining contents of the glass with the skill and grace of someone familiar with hard liquors. Not that he drank all that often but it was a damn sight better than those fruity drinks that.