"Points for improvement," Yuri points out, leaning back on the barrel they're using for a table, slow clapping for him. It was honestly a great improvement, he wasn't sure this old guy had it in him. "You stayed on longer'n me, pretty sure. I owe you that beer."

He nods his head toward the bar if John wants to follow him. Yuri wants another go on the bull, but not yet. No, not quite yet. He orders a beer from the bartender.

"Deb, beer for my friend," he says. Her name isn't Deb, he just feels weird not calling her anything.