SONGBIRD half-stands, craning her neck to get a better look.

WATCHER: Friend ‘a yours?
SONGBIRD: Whether he cares to admit it or not.
WATCHER: He won’t be admitting anything soon unless the bar gal cuts him off.
LONELY (gaze fixed on the bar): I can hear you, jackass.
LONELY: And guess what? I don’t like you any more than I did twenty minutes ago.
FORTHRIGHT (clearing his throat): Honored guests of the Angel’s-Tears...
FORTHRIGHT: Please welcome the illustrious Nobleman.