Anthony clasped his hands together and put them under his chin, watching Olivia, waiting for her to say at least something worth saying. It seemed that that wouldn't be happening, however. Leaning back again as the threat of Olivia just straight-up vomiting all over the place became clear, he crossed his arms.She was wasted out of her fucking mind, huh? Anthony csn't recall a single time he's ever been this drunk. (Maybe that's why he can't recall it? Because he was that drunk? No, perish the thought!)

Anthony was unsure of what he should do in this situation, if he even should do something. There's a crying, drunk woman in front of him who seems very broken up about a man, and he doesn't really have much experience in socializing with crying, drunk women who seem really broken up about a man. All he really wanted at this point was to get the guy's name and see what he looks (looked?) like. For a moment he considered saying something, but quickly decided against it. When Olivia stood up from her seat, Anthony felt almost impressed, thinking that to be beyond her ability at this point.

"Pleasure to meet you too, then, miss," he said. It was absolutely not in any way a pleasure. But he's a nice and polite man so he will be a nice and polite man even to this woman. Though he did feel a bit of concern at the thought of her going back alone, for it could be dangerous for her. A drunk, lonely young woman walking home... Anthony looked away from Olviia for a moment.

"Uh, sure, I guess," Anthony stuttered, also unaware of the inappropriateness of what she had just said. He was concerned, and wanted to get this whole thing over with quickly. (Despite the fact that leaving her alone would probably get it over with even quicker. Anthony is not smart.)