He held up a finger - hang on, excuse him - then twisted the cap off and drained half the bottle quickly. When done he let out a relieved sigh and put the bottle against the back of his neck to help him cool off.

Sometimes he had manners, but apparently not now.

"I'm good now. But I could pretend to, if you'd like. I bet you don't often get people coming in and collapsing on the floor." He gestured to the magazine on the counter. "It'd have to be more exciting than that, right?"