H blew a bit of air out when he heard the fiery girl call him alphabet soup. That was a new one and she was impressively bitchy from the get go. He retracted his hand without much disappointment, these kinds of things long past phasing him. He went back to his people watching and smoothie drinking, catching the catty girl taking looks at him. He could only guess that she hung out with tattooed punks that he reminded her of or something equally lame. Her bit about the crayons did bring a smirk to his face at the very least though, mostly cause it gave him some ammunition. "No worries. I got some crayons back at my place and I'm sure if you search hard enough, you can find somewhere to draw." He didn't bother looking at her, not wanting to give her the satisfaction of having a pair of eyes on her just yet.

"So you [i]do[/i] have a name." H cocked an eyebrow, He began to take another sip from his drink, hearing the disappointing slurping of nothingness, and placed the glass on the bar, giving himself a bit of a push from the bar to stand up. His left hand slid into his pocket as his right hand slapped its respective pocket, reminding him that he was now three weeks free of nicotine. Three excruciatingly long weeks. "Well, Kallie," H started, giving her a quick look over from head toe, "As fun as it is getting to meet someone as lovely as you, I'm on my way out." He started to walk past her, pulling the glowing green glowstick from behind his ear, spinning it between his fingers, "Come on, you owe me a smoke for being a bitch and you better not fucking hold out on me." He called over his shoulder, sliding the glowstick into Big Bob's shirt pocket. "Stay gorgeous Bobby, baby." He said, giving a playful pat on the bouncer's cheek as he made his way out, stopping at the curb. He'd give the young punk a minute or two to make her way out here. If she didn't show, his plans were the same as they were ten minutes ago. Grab Chinese food and go home.