"Drink's fine," he replied between his fingers, and once he was satisfied at the job he'd done warming up his face, he ran his palms over his mussed hair to coax it back into place and eased onto his elbows on the bartop to get a look at whoever was tending.
A woman he didn't recognize, though he wasn't necessarily disappointed. It would at least prove to be a happy distraction that would make his wait all the more pleasant. He glanced over her head at the old clock mounted there to get his bearings time-wise and, happy to have all his ducks in a row and a whiskey on the way, he smiled his crooked Fox smile.
"Though I do appreciate you looking out for my health."