Once they're set at the bar, he orders himself an ice-cold Wutai Pale. "And whatever the lady wants." It's kind of a standard line, but it works and just like last time, the bartender won't take his money. That's all right by him. They must get it worked out with Corporate somewhere along the line, 'cause he ain't done no personal favors here in a long time. Whatever, it still works.

"What's it gonna be, Chuck?" Shit, she lives at a friggin' bar. He ought to know what she drinks by now.

But he doesn't ever pay that kind of attention to things. Why should he?