Grinning at her and setting a few of the bottles down, he grabbed the others he needed from the holders around him, deciding against showing off with bottle tricks since he'd already judged her wrong, and quickly mixed up a Long Island ice tea, complete in the tall glass with the straw and the umbrella, placing it on the plain white napkin that was a staple across any bar in the country.<br/><br/>"Well, I can't say you're a regular since I've been here for a month and haven't seen you, but maybe we keep missing each other. How've you been, and what took you so long to come and see me?" he said with a grin, winking at her before he walked down a few feet and got involved with serving the man he'd waved off earlier, pouring him another beer and getting into an argument why the Braves lost to the As when there was no reason for the Braves not to have won, and what was going to happen in the playoffs of the finals for the NBA.<br/><br/>Coming back to the lady, he was laughing at some joke from one of the guys, "You know Fritz over there? Man, that is one hilarious German. Anyways, anything else I can get you, miss?"