Owner Pose
Michael Hannigan Well, sometimes things don't go to plan. Nick had tried cutting through the conference center portion of the hotel to AVOID running into people. But as evidenced by his return to the lobby with a new companion alongside him, that didn't happen. He had encountered a fan of sorts. Who asked for an autograph...of sorts. So now a tired rocker who'd rather be a drinking tired rocker in his hotel room is now on a quest for something to sign with. Yaaay.

As it gets later on in the night, the bar at the hotel starts to experience a lull. The last man had paid by charging the drinks to his room and walking off, leaving the bartender to do a few minor chores. After putting up one of the signed slips, the hotel bartender turns around, and pauses.

He stares as one of the people he served awhile ago returns back to the bar. Normally that's not unusual. People will get drinks and go sip them elsewhere in the lobby, wanting to take advantage of some of the plush chairs and then come back for another drink. But this one was still holding a mostly full glass. Resting his arms upon the bartop, he looks over to the man approaching with another beside him. He looks between Nick and the other man, "So, what can I get you?"