"Hey James, looks like you're pretty busy tonight" I say cheerfully with a chuckle, settling down on a stool at the counter. "It's a Friday, love, people have got nothing better to do after work. Besides, you should treat yourself to a drink at the end of the week" he suggests, wiping down a glass with his rag. "If you say so... I’ll take a strawberry daiquiri then" I smile and rest my arms on the marble top. He rolls his eyes. "So basic. Venture out more till you’re wobbling your way out of here and getting hugged at the waist by strange men" James warns, preparing a drink for a previous customer. "That won’t happen. I don’t get as drunk as you do on your days off." I mutter slightly, watching him fill the glass with liquid death. "You like telling lies, don’t you? I vividly remember that trashed night at Sam’s where you got yourself into a real mess and passed out on the stairs on the way back home." he explains, sliding the glass down smoothly to the desired person.