Thomas laughed and looked away, briefly. When he looked back at him the smile on his face was soft, small and warm. "Guess so. Thanks for the drink," he raised his glass, then slipped away into the crowd to find someone to occupy his time between his next drink.

As it was, he ordered quite a few from several others, timing his orders for when Guy was busy tending to others. Two and a half hours passed before he returned to loiter in front of Guy, his smile thicker, lips fuller with supposed drink, and his eyelids hooded. His grey blazer was off and folded over one arm, his white dress shirt in an appealingly disheveled state, his sunglasses tucked neatly away somewhere. His hair was long and tousled now, falling into his eyes as he canted his head. "You're seeing me again!" he chuckled as he leaned forward on the bar. "I was hoping that'd happen."