[His head moves slowly to the side so he can get a look at her, gaze lingering briefly on her hair as he sizes her up. He knows he hasn't consumed anywhere near enough alcohol to be imagining up familiar faces. But she kind of looks like...No. No need to jump to conclusions.
The bartender slides him another shot and he raises it towards her.]
If this is the Welcoming Committee, I can't complain.
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The bartender slides him another shot and he raises it towards her.]
If this is the Welcoming Committee, I can't complain.