Guy had known people worse at this. Known them somewhat intermediately, for a few hours at least.

He slipped his tip under the waist of his apron, giving a short nod to one of his other bartenders to let them know he would help them out in a moment. "Oh well, if you're here for a month I have to tell you, Vegas is filled with hundreds of bars - you should avoid them all. Brooker's is the best. You can trust me on that.

"And since you can trust me, I guess you'll be seeing me again."