If Amun wants to be pissy, for whatever reason, then fine. It's no skin off Nate's teeth to shrug, and ignore his departure, squeezing Sunjata's hip and grinning when the glass is picked up again. It's early enough that the whole evening doesn't need to be a shitshow, right? And it seems he's not the only one who thinks that, the woman whom he'd assumed had done most of the work for this coming over, with yet more drinks, one of which Nate graciously accepts, offering her a wide grin.
"You're running the bar in Halo, right? I've heard about you. I'm Nate." A part of him considers trying to fit in doctor there, but, it's too much work to brag, and Sunjata's moving along to their shared guild, Nate's brow now rising at Weaver. "I guess we'll be seeing more of each other then. You need anything, you ask me, I'm in good with the boss." He plays up his accent, though it's not at all a connotation anyone here will get, and tips his head back towards the birthday boy, a wide grin on his face.
