"Name's Bee." he said, shaking the cowboy's hand. It was good to meet someone with an exquisite taste in handguns.

His head turned as the older man began to talk about his cane.
"....Okay, but that's not like beer or anything. I worked for rich white dudes before, Jack, and I guarantee they don't know how to appreciate crappy beer: with friends." he said,
"Or 2am Waffle House trips, for that matter."