If Lee had a little less restraint, he would have chuckled as he passed the team of men on his way to the counter which was, so far, only occupied by the lovely blonde and her glass. But he kept his amusement to himself as he walked over to the space beside her and sat himself there, smiling at the lady with a tip of his hat, "Good afternoon, Ma'am."
Hester placed herself on the bolted bottom plate of the stool right beneath him.
Summoning the waiter, he ordered for a straight glass of whiskey.