[To his left? Another unhappy man. A terribly unhappy man, because. Well. Normally Adele is not a man. She- he is on his fifth glass of bourbon and frustrated because apparently along with the added muscle density and few inches of height, his tolerance went up as well. When he turns to order another glass he blinks at. A man. That is terribly familiar in appearance. Scrubs his face with a hand. And stares.]
Day 6
...pardon me Monsieur but you are...?