"You look wonderful."
"It's the booze."
A pause. "Hawk, don't be like this."
"I'm not being like anything." He runs a hand through his hair. "What're you doing here?"
She slides up right beside him, anxiously. "I've got a conference." Motioning for a bartender, she points at Hawkeye, muttering she would like the same.
"Careful. It's bitter sweet."
"Hawkeye, can't we be civilized? We're both mature adults, catching up on old times -- can we leave it at that?"
He stands. "You're divorced, I'm an old, broken man. There, we've caught up."
"Where are you going?"
"This time, I'm leaving."