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.

Anthony looked with sympathy at the bartender. He can only imagine what the guy's going through right now. But it can't be good.

Deciding to not intervene in a situation for once in his life, Anthony leaned against a wall, looking at Anita and at the bartender.

He's not so much as angry, now, as he is just very very confused and to a much smaller extent, curious. But he did still hold a grudge against the womam.

"I'll have the-" she started.

"I know," deadpanned Fergus, and she beamed as brightly as if he'd just called her the most beautiful woman in the world.

Someone remembered something about her!