Oh dear god.. He rolled his eyes, so much for being able to have a quiet drink and enjoy his cigar in peace. He snorted, it came out more of a gruff sounding growl, his lungs were as clean as a newborns and they would be until the day he died, no matter what he did. Finally she shut up and he took another puff, his fingers circling the rim of the freshly filled glass as he looked up at the television, thankfully a hockey game was on.
And just as he started to relax there she was again, infecting his silence with her voice. "No, I try and smoke everywhere I go. Just happens that I'm in a bar at the moment. Do you find it a need to annoy the shit out of random strangers you meet in bars?" Looking at her he nearly chuckled, she was nothing but a girl, scarcely old enough to be in the bar let alone enough to order that drink in front of her.
What was it about him and bars that girls with questions seemed to make their way to him. He was reminded for a moment of a bar in Laughlin City where he'd first met Marie. Quickly he pushed that memory away and averted his eyes back to the TV.