Anthony, unlike some, was just minding his own business, standing awkwardly in some corner on his own. Having a drink, enjoying himself, et cetera. He took a sip or two of his glass as he glanced around the place, and almost did a spit-take when he saw one specific fellow on the other side of the pub. And, as quickly as he had looked there, he looked away. If he just ignores him, then he'll go away. Most likely.