“This seat taken?”
It’s not as if it matters; he’s already sat down, and is waving a waitress over. “Can I buy you a drink?”

“It is now.”
Eames leaned back in his chair and gives the visitor a once over before flashing him a smirk. “Irish whiskey on the rocks, ifn you don’t mind.”
“Aim high, huh?” Rocket grinned easily as he shook the man’s hand. He had a firm grip, but not too firm. Not...