Re: Quicklog, Mean-Eyed Cat: F. Eames/Steve M
[Microbreweries actually had pretty great diversity, and not just for those who wanted to be different. The Cat had a couple local and state beers on tap, along with the classics. Any oatmeal stout was fine by Steve. But, he knew it wasn't for everyone.—He watched the man in front of him squint, then smiled. Any British man reminded him of—well, men that'd probably been this man's grandfather. Soldiers. He nodded at the order.] Not that homesick? [He asked conversationally, per the pub comment, as he pulled a glass out from under the bar and set it on the 'top.
He began to pour, glancing up as he did so. He didn't drink on the job, not normally. But, even though it wouldn't do anything—it took a lot more than a single shot for him—, he actually could use a drink right now. Even if the soothing effects were just in his head.] Thanks. [Another smile, all-American and white, softened from its perfection only by a beard. Steve pulled another glass 'round and poured himself some of the same.] I'm Steve.