Re: At the bar
"That's the spirit!" he gathered up the immediate treat of his straight up Grey Goose and guzzled it like the sweet nectar of an ambrosia patch. The juices of the golden apple were slammed into Tartarus, and he roared in bliss and fire. Although more a fluffy wine drinker, he did dabble occasionally back into the harder alcohols. It reminded him of his highly experimental youth. It also made him look cool in front of the hot bartender, and gave him a reason to talk to her.
"Another one, please." he drummed the circular edge, shoving it over to her for a refill. Monitoring the ever-moving of her spilling top, and therefore mystifying corset. "And if you could lean in just so while refilling it, that way I could get a look at... you know," her eyes murdered his joke with a garrote."...how careful to pour it... so I know from now on... how to uh..."
He turned to Paul. "So Paul, glad you could make it. Glad you all could!" he'd said toward Simon and Sam.