Erandur and Maryanne
Erandur noticed Maryanne as she moved behind the bar, but at first, he paid her no mind. He knew her, she was there during the battle against Higgs, and was someone his son seemed to adore. Even through the music, he heard and felt every bit of her movement.
When she jumped back over the bar she found what she was looking for. He wouldn't lie and say he wasn't curious about the blue liquor she had. It was rather intriguing.
When she asked her question, all he go was give a smile and a small chuckle. "Well, that is why I get the stronger stuff." His accent was the learned Arizonan one he had. He turned to his, that smile on his face lingered. He offered his glass to her, speaking just loud enough for her to hear but not too loud. He knew of the feline sort of people. "Erandur Brevedant. Pleasure."