Much as the bartender avoided making eye contact with Anita, he knew it was inevitable.

"Fergus!" Anita called to the bartender's back, and it was hard to tell whether she meant to knee the bar stool or sit on it. "Hello, Fergus!"

She certainly got his name right.

Fergus glanced pointedly over her head and to the door, then down at - shit, he looked too low and now Anita had made eye contact. He looked to Anthony while wiping a mug.