OMG Y SO AZN?
"Make it two," he said with a smile as he left his wallet on the counter. He'd drink anything stronger than water and Heineken (barely) made the cut. If he was with anyone else, he might have insisted on getting the bill. With Jon he tread a finer line.
The bartender glanced at the scruffy older man with the foreign accent and the dispassionate young man before acknowledging their order with an unintelligible grunt and going to get their beers.
Gone were the days you could smoke in places like these. Ned suspected he would need one or two before the night was done.
Smoking and drinking. Neither were Ned's best habits. And he hoped that Jon hadn't picked up both of them.
"You don't seem all that chuffed for a man who's just thrown away the next forty years of his life."