"Then I can call you discontented," Joe said, matching him, and okay, not exactly what he expected tonight, but at least someone had a sense of culture about them. His demeanor relaxed somewhat; a Charlotte BrontΓ« sci-fi comedy was far more entertaining to ponder than the stain the rest of the guests were certainly leaving on his store.
He dipped behind the bar, going for the well out of habit, but making sure to match the drink with the glass (something Mooney was very particular about, drilled into Joe's head like the rest of his oddities). He skipped the ice without even asking. He might have slipped into service mode without much effort, but the night is weighing on him.
"Last I checked, though, McFly's in high school," he said, glancing up briefly at his customer as he finishes off the drink. Joe noted the card at the ready. "ID?"
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He dipped behind the bar, going for the well out of habit, but making sure to match the drink with the glass (something Mooney was very particular about, drilled into Joe's head like the rest of his oddities). He skipped the ice without even asking. He might have slipped into service mode without much effort, but the night is weighing on him.
"Last I checked, though, McFly's in high school," he said, glancing up briefly at his customer as he finishes off the drink. Joe noted the card at the ready. "ID?"