Johnn/Lacey
"Yes, it seems time runs a bit differently here." Johnn took a gulp of his beer as he listened to her. It was quite the tale. "That seems to be a lot of travel for anyone." Johnn hoped it hadn't any adverse effects on the young lady. It did not seem to. His curiosity was peaked, but, he did not want to pry and go into any sort of bad memories, especially not now.
The Mechaman nodded slightly at both her agreement and the fact that the wedding was lovely. Yes, they seemed to have come from completely different worlds. "Well, sometimes dull is better than exciting. But, if you had your own tales to tell and lessons, or entertainment from them, that is excitement in itself. We do too, but ours are just more, abnormal it seems. I am a man in a robot's body, and my best friend is married to a ghost." He nodded over the dancing couple. "Don't even get me started on Nero.." Johnn spoke in an almost exhausted tone.
But, the subject changed. "There is one called the 'Bullshot,' it is an odd one, as it has beef broth in it. But from my research, it quite delicious. If not, perhaps a White Russian or a Rum Runner in the form of a shot?" With that, he followed her, only to walk past and make his way behind the bar. Any ingredients Bryn didn't have, he could make himself; Alchemy was a powerful ally.