[ the man in question is roughly middle-aged, and dressed very well in a tailored suit that nevertheless doesn't hide how tired and stressed he seems. he glances over as the stranger beckons him, lips twitching up faintly. ]
Tequila isn't usually my drink of choice.
[ and he probably shouldn't drink much anyway, but why else was he down in the bar except to have a drink?
he moves to the indicated seat, lifting a finger for the bartender to pour for him, too, then turning to the other man. there's a brief, hesitant moment, then he offers out his hand. ] Norman Osborn, and you are?
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Tequila isn't usually my drink of choice.
[ and he probably shouldn't drink much anyway, but why else was he down in the bar except to have a drink?
he moves to the indicated seat, lifting a finger for the bartender to pour for him, too, then turning to the other man. there's a brief, hesitant moment, then he offers out his hand. ] Norman Osborn, and you are?