"NATE!" cheered Matt as he saw the older man, recently turned professor enter the bar and come up to join him, and Hank...and the others. "Great to see you, I see you still manage to find your way around town alright. Listen....Mojito? They make a mean one here." His Mojito had finally arrived, and he had it planted in front of him, his large hand surrounding the glass and feeling the coolness coming from the ice inside.
Turning to the bar tender, he added, "Thanks, keep it coming, but do me a favor....keep the kids shots," he said indicating Leon, "down to one per go, if you know what I mean." Smiling he turned to face Leon. "Do me a favor Gunney, before you make a mess out of yourself, and one of us has to drag your butt home, take a few minutes to maybe think your situation over, and not be a dumbass. Okay? Great."
He turned back to focus attention to his drink, missing Jake come in completely, and the only thing that dragged him back out into the conversation was the meek sound of Ansel ordering a shock. "That a boy Ansel! Hey guys, Ansel's doing shots of Jack!"