Lanister was working late today, as per the usual and business was indeed booming as per the usual. Luckily, everyone today was a happy drunk, content to sing and dance (within reason), reliable enough with their tabs and kept their spaces relatively clean. He had to say, today was better than most days, no small part due to Lanister's overwhelming exceptionalism as a Bar-tender in both conversation and drink-making. It was often whispered about by the drunken men in the bar that his hands were a blur as they worked between orders and although that could've been just their drink blurring their eyes, he took pride in their rumors regardless.
Over time, Lanister had gotten good at determining who was a regular here and who wasn't and who "belonged" here and who didn't. It was easy to tell who was a regular because they were often loud and knew them man by name but when it came to who belonged, they almost always sat somewhere in the back, not talking to anyone or even placing an order... such was the case with this newcomer, a man who looked around and sat at the far corner of the bar almost as if he had a purpose.
Lanister looked at the man cautiously, quietly as he cleaned a cup with a napkin, contemplating what exactly this guy could want... Could it be that he was waiting for someone or that he wanted something specific...? After he finished up making sure that cup sparkled, Lanister slipped ALL the way down to the man's end, leaning on the bar almost intruding on the man's space. Almost.
"Is there something I can get for you, sir?" He asked, his expression mild. "A drink perhaps, or some food?"