Horace huffed and tried to look affronted and did not quite succeed. "I'll have you know that my voice is perfectly adequate. I am a musical joy." The toothy grin across his face ruined his mock anger. He checked his phone and waved the bottle away.

"As much as I love poking your prickly self, I gotta go. I've a date tonight - need time to sober up. " He put some cash on the bar and stood, tugging on the hem of his sweater. "Don't worry, I'll be back another time."