Wrinkling his nose, Keiran proceeded to flip the CD back and forth in his hands as if he were considering it. However, he never took his eyes off of the man standing in front of him. That nagging familiarity was bothering him, but he was never one to dwell on something that confused him. “What genre is it? I can't even tell that much...” he chuckled lightly at this, shrugging up his shoulders helplessly.
The next question startled Keiran, and he dutifully put on his “thinking” face. For if they both knew each other, it couldn't just be a coincidence – but he couldn't recall serving this man, and work is really all he'd done since he came to Greek. Work and drink, that is. With that thought, he took another long, thoughtful drink of the rum in his hand.
“D'you drink?” He asked, shaking the bottle in his palm like it would explain what he meant. “cuz I work as a bartender most nights, in Psirri...”