Tiny clinked his glass against Chris and rank deeply. There was the barest hint of a buzz, but only if you squinted and hallucinated a little. And almost as quickly, it faded. But this was not the first, fifth, or hundredth time Tiny had hit the bar and was the only sober one in the room. Though the waiter was doing a great job keeping up, probably hadn't had a drink yet.
"I had planned on picking up the tab, so I came hungry. But I have an appetite, and i'm not afraid to show it. As for dessert, I would enjoy such a nightcap. I'm curious how it would contrast with the your wine." The other night had been fun, and Tiny continued to enjoy himself with the mystery man.
"I do try to live that way. I don't always succeed, but recognizing that imperfection isn't a weakness was one of the great moments of freedom in my life." That it made him not exactly traditional, and caused friction with his pack and family, well, that was complicated, and not good for a bar. "One day i'd love to get your philosophy on imperfection."
When Chris says that he warmed him, Tiny's smile grew wide. Even if it all fell apart, at least this was a success. Chris called it baby steps, but that wasn't right. It was more about seeing each inch of progress as its own victory. Each step was victory, whole and complete. Together they could build to something more, but that wasn't the important part.
Chris' unusual motion with the drink makes Tiny take a closer look at the man.but he finds his date without any surprises.1 success
"Well, I for one think that we should try two nights in Sacramento, see if we can't start a new trend. Perhaps change a little culture?"
He looks across the street at Faces, then looks back at Chris, "I'm much happier on this side of the street. Let's get dessert."
End scene?