“No point in that defeatist mentality in this place, love. Far too much to do.” He gave a free shrug and turned his attention to the bartender. When they smirked at his order, Oliver only grinned more and gave a playful wink. He waited patiently for the drink to appear, and when he did, he slid a card forward to start his tab and got a food menu as collateral. The man was a regular here, and that mean he had an easier time with getting what he needed. Mostly because he was easy to figure out. When the woman beside him re-engaged the conversation, he turned his body to face her but not isolate anyone else who may approach to say hi.
“For now,” he replied simply. “Warmer weather on the way, I need to get my taste for rum back and all that.” He had to design new signature cocktails for the spring soon. That meant he needed a reconnection with fruity drinks. Lighter things that did not warm and burn like dark and brown spirits did. To the shot she offered him, his green eyes flicked down to the shot that caught onto the woman’s gaze directly, pinning her in a friendly stare while trying to gauge exactly what it was she was after. Why exactly she was pounding it like it w spring break and he was an entire sorority at once.
“To kind of you. I, unfortunately, need a name before I share a drink,” he offered another brilliant smile. “I’m Oliver.”