He has been too embarrassed to let her help him up. No, he needed to stand up and take his seat on his own. Reseated, he shrugged, half hiding his face with his shoulder. "It wasn't your fault," he replied, his Scottish accent thick amongst the heavy new York accents and him. "I'll be fine after a few more beers."
Her touch sent a shiver through him and inappropriate thoughts through his head. "Aye, well, better than being forgotten easily I supposed." Still, he laughed, grabbing his Guinness and taking a quick swig to was his heart.
"You were right-" He started then paused. "This is a good pub. I haven't ordered food yet, if you want to get something with me. I got the tab."