Tadhg's stomach muscles tensed at the bile in the hazel eyes, but the blond, buzz-cut muscle-boy he was playing was slightly too drunk for the glare or hand slap to have full impact. So he took a step back that was not quite a stagger and took on an air of boozy, cheery contrition.

"Sorry, dude! You look just like a buddy of mine from the back. Well, kinda." With a shrug and a beer-bottle salute, he melted back into the crowd, leaving the other man to continue on his way.