He blinked at the street names and bouncing ball that popped into his head as they shook hands, then nodded carefully at her question. "Still going," he explained, then looked around for his empty bottle to use as an ashtray. It was on the picnic table, which was good. No bending down! He flicked the ash off with long-practiced ease, before opening his second bottle. It fizzed up a bit, but not enough to worry him about his beer escaping.
"There're more beers in that cooler, if you're drinking," he pointed out, and then ignored his earlier promise to himself about making his drink last as he sank half of it in one easy swallow.