Adam turned to face a man sitting with his back to the bar. He looked to be about the same age as his dad. His high forehead featured some creases. His hair was dark and sort, sleek with gel and combed down. He had what once must've been a slim build, a build that years have piled a small layer of soft fat. He wore a white button up shirt, with his sleeves rolled down and his ruby tie loosened.
"Yeah," Adam chuckled, " I just really needed that."
"Ha! I feel you, man, I feel you. Here, let me buy you another one." The man signaled to the bartender and held up a two with his fingers.
"Oh no, thanks but- I couldn't," Adam stuttered.
"Nonsense! We're two men at the day of a long workday, it's natural." The man clapped his hand on Adam's shoulder. Adam could smell the beer on this man's breath. Adam thought about it.
"Alright... but only if you let me get the next round."
The man cheered, took a swig of his beer and held out his hand.
"Name's Robert, by the way."
"A-Brian." Adam gave Robert's hand a firm shake.
The two men continued to drink as they got to know each other. After some time, after the pair had moved to one of the tables throughout the bar, they were thoroughly drunk.
Robert was currently explaining something about the tennis game on one of the tvs, but Adam couldn't pay attention. His head felt light, and happiness came easy. He looked at Robert as he continued his impassioned speech. He was a handsome man, with tanned skin and sharp eyes. His age had only worked to give him a charming sense of roughness. But Adam shouldn't get his hopes up, Robert's a grown man, after all. He looked down to get another sip of beer, and he saw his father's hand on the mug handle. That's right... he wasn't Adam right now, he was Brian, he was 45 years old, and 6 feet tall. He looked back up at Robert.