Blank smiled slightly, he thought he had gone too far with the Sting thing. Whew. Uncapping the bottle once more, he poured them each half of a glass, nudging John's glass back to him. Blank grabbed his glass and leaned back on the stool, looking between Scar and John.
"Gymnopedie No. 1" as played by the London Symphony Orchestra began to play over the sound system. Nice, and relaxing.
"Honestly, I doubt there is anything I can say to change your mind, John. You seem like the type that when you make up your mind, that's the end of it." Blank raised his glass to his lips and took a sip. "And, I'm not so arrogant to think that I can do that. I'm instead asking you, would you allow us to join you, to have your back on the fifth wheel?"