Re: the lake -> inside to the bar
He watched her drain the glass, ice clinking around the bottom and trapping the fruit there - orange and maraschino. In the back of his mind, he wondered if he was going to have to listen to her throw up again, and wondered if he'd actually stay through it a second time. He wasn't a fan of listening to people vomit. Was anyone?
No response to her thanks other than a quick quirk of his eyebrows. No "you're welcome" or "no problem". He didn't need it, and he didn't ask for it. He lacked politeness as well, though he wasn't outright rude. Not at the moment. If he were, he'd point out the strain in her expression and the too-pale knuckles of the fingers wrapped around her glass.
He didn't laugh. He hardly ever laughed. But her question bordered on ridiculous. Those eyebrows went up again, and he almost let that be his entire response. Almost. "I was just sitting outside alone and smoking." He looked around, drink still mostly-full in his hand, and scanning the room without looking back at her, he shrugged one loose shoulder beneath the fitted cavern of his casual jacket. "Maybe it's better now."