"Seeing how this is Muldoon's, I wouldn't mind a Guinness," Idris said in response, meaning to say more but then he paused (partially for effect, partially because something in the woman's eyes struck a chord within him for a split second. He couldn't place exactly what the feeling was, but regardless, it'd almost been like a moment of déjà vu. That was highly unlikely however, for Idris couldn't remember seeing this woman before anywhere outside of the pub. Well, it was entirely possible that the work week, coupled with his recent move, had taken its toll on him. Good thing he'd come to the right spot.).
"Unless," he continued with a playful smile, reigning his stray thoughts in, "there's a house special you'd recommend." Idris shrugged and held out his card for her to take, if that was how they played things here. "Not sure if you want to hold onto that or not, but it can't hurt any." The initial strange shock of seeing this woman face to face had worn off, at least for now, and Idris mentally made a note that he'd probably need more than one beer to get through this night.
Or maybe three. Four was the limit, he reminded himself, even if he'd be calling a cab just to be on the safe side. Possibly he would find an excuse to stay at the bar longer than necessary, if only to see what sort of conversation he could stir up--it was common knowledge that the more liquor a person drank, the looser their tongue became. And Muldoon's was already starting to slowly become packed with all sorts of interesting looking individuals, each with their own story to tell.