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He immediately cracks a grin, and without missing a beat.
“I’ll have a tall glass of milk.”
He lets the words hang in the air for a moment, before he gives a hearty chuckle, and dismissing his words with a wave of his hands.
“I kid, I kid.” he says, through his little chortles. “Ah... I suppose I’ll have a Black Russian?” he asked, tilting his head a little. “I’m just looking for something to dull a little joint pain, I’m switching meds at the moment and I thought I’d take the opportunity to go out and ah... ‘socialize’, a bit?” he explained, as he laces his fingers together and offers the server a pleasant smile.
...He really didn’t seem like he’d been in many bars in his life. At least he was friendly, even if seemed like he didn’t fit in. He either didn’t seem to care, or had much more going on behind those bright, silver eyes.

















