It wasn't exactly a common occurrence for Bigby to go to the Trip-Trap.

Not only was he well-known around Fabletown - which could involuntarily cause issues for him - but he just generally wasn't a very... social guy. But, lo and behold, he found himself quietly nursing a tumbler of whiskey on the rocks and sitting at the bar counter.

Holly tended to Grendel on the other end of the bar, leaving Bigby alone in his thoughts.

He'd been minding his own business... until he felt a presence behind him. Someone - a guy - took a seat next to him. The sheriff instinctively went to scowl at whoever it was, considering things rarely ended well for him when someone decided to so brazenly approach him in public... but then he met the stranger's gaze.

He had a charming grin on his lips, and let out a quiet greeting. Bigby stared at him for a moment, stunned.

...This smells suspiciously like the beginning of a good evening. Bigby's skin tingles.

"Uh... hey." He greets back, a bit awkwardly. He swallows.