Stuart had found the bar easily enough and since he found out he didn't have to pay, had started drinking right away. He wasn't out partying or anything else, he was just... drinking because he didn't know what else to do. God only knows where he had gotten himself this time, or how he had managed. Still, he wondered why his phone wasn't working... it didn't appear broken. It was fine last time he used it.
He was about to bring the glass up to his lips when he heard his surname. Pausing, he turned to look over his shoulder. He smiled when he saw who it was, and took a drink from the glass before placing it down.
Stuart was dressed in a rather nicely fitted black silken shirt, a pair of trousers, and a chain around his neck. Basic but expensive. He had taste and the money to spend on whatever he wanted. Advertising and PR were kind to him.
"Oh, it's the young Prince" he replied with a thick Irish accent. He smiled cheekily, and turned around to face him. "So you finally decided to come over then" There was a knowing gleam in his eye. He moved his head just enough to reveal there was a second glass sitting next to his own. Full. A fresh ordered drink. Everything had worked out exactly as he had planned it.