[For once Chloe's early, elbows propped up over worn table wood, hands tucked neatly under her chin as she scans the bar's entrance (more hole than door thanks to the United Earth's most recent efforts) for the barest sign of her expected company. Three pints set out in front keeps any exceedingly lonely patrons from assuming she's drinking alone, and ensures the lads will have something else to fixate on aside from the sight of one another once they finally turn up.
Here's to new beginnings
Till the introductions start, at least. ]