Re: At the bar
Samuel's brow quirked a high arch, his eyes cutting over to the enthusiastic newcomer. If nothing else, the man looked apt to provide a few minutes' entertainment, and his plan for the evening appeared to mesh quite well with Samuel's own. As the bartender slid his drink to him - a fine reserve whiskey, neat, and generously poured - he raised his glass in mock toast. The niggling sense of familiarity he felt he chalked up to the event itself; like as not he was another Pax resident, someone Samuel had bumped into countless times while checking the mail or holding the elevator doors. Surely there was no more to it than that. As if to convince himself further, or perhaps to dismiss the sensation entirely, he uncharacteristically initiated introductions.
"Sergeant Samuel Wolfe," he said, flashing a brief, bright grin. "Pleasure to meet you. And since I'm off duty I have every intention of carrying out that particular order. Simon here was even smart enough to mention getting a cab, before I walked out the door keys in hand."