David glanced at the empty glass and the motion Ziggy has made with his fingers. "You don't have to be so polite with Horace. He almost welcomes mistreatment, the greasy git. Oy!" he yelled across the bar, waving his arm in the air. "Horace! You lazy shit! I'm out of booze over here!" He chuckled louder as Horace turned around, laughing loudly and kindly flipping David off. David looked back at Ziggy and smiled, pointing over towards Horace. "See."

Ziggy smirked. "I know, but Horace knows that I try to be polite to him." Ziggy smiled over at the bartender and then gave David a look. "Just because I'm a star doesn't mean that I get to yell abuse at others." He shrugged. "Just the way that I was raised I suppose."

David chuckled and shook his head. "No no. That's not what I'm trying to say at all. I don't do this normally. I'm not an asshole. Horace and I are just really good friends from way back. We joke around with each other and he has a fabulous sense of humor. Though, I suppose you have to have a good sense of humor when you're around drunkards on a daily basis."

Ziggy chuckled and nodded. "I was not trying to imply that you were an asshole." Ziggy gave Horace a winning smile as he deposited another gin and tonic. He took a long sip and sighed as the alcohol hit his system.

David finished off his drink and handed the glass to Horace. "I'm all set for right now, Hor. Thanks." He turned his face back to Ziggy and smiled. "So," he said, continuing to smoke his cigarette. "What brings you here tonight?"

Ziggy chuckled. "I needed to get away from the screaming fans for awhile, and I love this place. I have ever since I got here." Ziggy bounced his leg absently and hummed to himself. "Had to be careful though, one of my fans kidnapped me a while back."

David chuckled and blew out a puff of smoke. "The fans can get a bit crazy. Believe it or not, they do settle down after a while. Or, at least, most do." He propped his foot up on a nearby stool and rested his arm on his knee. "You live close by then?"

He nodded absently, his eyes traveling over David for a second before giving a more full answer. "I've got a flat pretty close by, just up a couple of streets." His foot continued to bounce. "I'm guessing you don't, even with London being such a huge town it'd be hard for you to hide."

David chuckled and motioned behind him in the general direction of his penthouse. "I live about five or six blocks that way. It's a bit of a walk. But, everyone here is good company and I know most of them from the old days. So, I try to make it a point to come here often when I'm in town." He chuckled again, taking a drag of his cigarette and smirking a bit. "I actually nearly got spotted on the way over here tonight. I had to duck into an alley."

Ziggy chuckled and nodded along. "I can understand that. Once I had to actually hide myself in a dumpster to get away from ravenous fans. I couldn't ever get the smell out of my jumpsuit." He took a small sip of his gin and shrugged. "It was a pity, it was one of my favorites."

David chuckled and took one final drag of his now tiny cigarette before putting it out on the bottom of his shoe and shoving it in his pocket. "Well I'm sure that must not have been a particularly enjoyable experience."

Ziggy nodded slowly and sighed. "It was horrid." He muttered. "Absolutely horrid." Ziggy downed the last of the gin in his glass and sighed again before catching Horace's attention to give him another.

David nodded along as the man spoke to him, adjusting his position in the chair. He noticed Ziggy's seemingly unquenchable thirst for alcohol and got a little worried for the man. "Are you sure you should be drinking this much? You may want to pace yourself."

Ziggy chuckled and gave David a winning grin. "I'm not a lightweight if that is what you're suggesting. Trust me, I know my limits." He hummed happily as Horace returned with another gin and tonic. "I'm not even remotely buzzed yet."

David nodded, a little skeptical but trusted, for some reason, that the man wasn't trying to lie to him. His words were not slurring, he wasn't toppling over in his seat, and he was still able to hold the glass properly. "Alright." he said, smirking over at the man. "I've just never seen someone your size drink this much without falling through a closed door."