Harry raised his mug to salute his unnamed friend as the man made his way out of the tavern and into the night. "I'll see you in the morning," He called after him, before turning and hoisting himself onto a barstool and waving over to Elsie.

"Gimme one of them, will ya?" He asked, pointing to the thick, juicy steak currently resting half-eaten in front of the blue haired sheriff sitting further down the bar. With a wave the waitress let him know she'd heard and would deal with his order just as soon as she could, just as soon as she'd managed to get away from the handsy card shark currently trying to slip his hand up her thigh.

From behind the bar Harry heard the cocking of a wide-bore shotgun and turned his attention back to his drink with a smile. [b]"Looks like the evening's entertainment's started a little early,"[/b] he said with sa grin to his little German friend.