Did he want a different bottle? He'd accepted the offered one, so Menachem wasn't about to change that. Let him finish his drink then perhaps.

He'd considered saying or doing something to wreck his night, but he wanted the job. He wanted to help pay back the medical bills. He had no idea what else to do, so it was one step at a time.

As the assistant noticed him people watch, he almost let him alone until he spoke.

" Ah. First night actually. This is temporary, I'm going to be watching the door when I'm back on my feet." He said as he tapped the support for his injured leg. "You come here often?" Was that an inappropriate question? Asking his own brother if he was desperate enough to come buying often? The look from the bartender seemed to be that it was. "Sorry, I've not learned how to talk politely yet. "