Louise gave a slight, muted snort at his quip, even if she was mildly amused at his obvious enjoyment of the drink. "Because the name of it is precisely what's become of you since we parted ways."

Pulling up a stool next to the cash register, she slid onto it and leaned over, her elbows resting upon the darkened wood of the bar. Her auburn hair had been swept up into a loose ponytail, but at this time of day, several tendrils had shaken themselves loose from it and it was obvious how tired she was. Reaching out a hand, Louise placed her fingers atop his, effectively stilling them from jotting one more note.

"Missed you," she said at last. "Black doesn't really suit you...unless you're Roy Orbison, in which case I'd say go wild." She smiled softly, lopsidedly at Jim, and it was evident how much she still cared for him, even in those short sentences.