Sam wasn't really expecting to be purchased a drink the moment he sat down. He glanced around behind him, wondering if the guy at the bar actually meant someone else, but then cleared his throat and ordered a lager from the bartender. He settled on the stool and gave the man a smile. "Thanks, I uh..." Was he supposed to say he didn't swing that way?
He shrugged and took a gulp from the bottle that was set in front of him. "I've got a stressful job." Indeed, Sam was still wearing his suit from his day at the courthouse. "You?"