"Kavinsky," he said, nodding a little, unsurprised that the name had passed along to some other place. Lee was a pretty good looking guy, and considering this was the second time Kavinsky had run into him at this particular joint, he had a fairly decent idea that Lee probably got to hear a lot of names and not-so witty one liners in an attempt to get in his bed.

Kavinsky was feeling starved and heart-sick enough, cruelty and guilt warring in his head, that he might entertain a few not-so witty one liners himself.

"You gonna drink with me?"