[Morosely, Blue's cheek is pushed into the smooth countertop of the bar, and he gives a soft, half-hearted chuckle at Aerith's suggestion.] Yeah, he would, huh...? He'd keep things together back here better th'n I would....

[He frowns, and glances to his half-empty glass, and tries to lift his heavy head up so that at least he isn't in such a sorry state when he's got a guest.]

...Yeah, I guess if you want to. [So inviting- he mentally chides himself, and pats the barstool next to him, instead leaning on the counter with his folded arms.] It's a slow day...