ian offered a shrug and a shy smile, a small admittance that yeah - maybe it was a little obvious. but who was he to say that to a customer ? “ i can offer advice, but can’t promise it’ll be any good. remind me what you’re drinking, again ? i’ll grab you a refill. ”
“scotch.” he replied, knowing that he shouldn’t be drinking himself silly in public, “good advice is a rarity.” toulouse shrugged, “so, the conversation will be worth it either way.” touslouse could talk, he had a way with his words where they just flew. sometimes he wouldn’t even know what he was talking about... but, he would rather talk than sit in silence.