Re: [Antique store: Atticus and Louis]
Louis hadn't been expecting company, but Atticus was the good kind - the welcome kind. He was always willing to accept a last minute customer with varying levels of chagrin. They didn't extend to a friend.
It had been some time since they'd seen each other, but it only took him a few moments of looking and listening to put two and two together on drunkenness - obviously the beer bottle was more than a clue. After his brother (and their father on occasion) he had an eye for an alcoholic who held it together well in company. He wouldn't forget the comparison, and it did set off an alarm bell or two. He felt a soft pulse of concern.
He couldn't see the dead that trailed Atticus, of course. He only saw a disheveled friend, charming for all that. "Good evening, sir," he said, with a smile. He walked around the counter toward him. "Looking for anything in particular?"