As the seat was pulled out, Tuco grunted irritably and unhooked his foot from the chair leg, letting his boot heel thud against the floor. He glanced across then, face drawn into the not-quite-neutral expression of a man trying to gauge whether or not he should be glaring instead. He must have settled on not, because half a beat later he was grinning.

"Hey!" he cawed, reaching across to clap Visscher's arm. "Doctor Fish! You showed up, huh?" He sounded genuinely surprised. "...Who knew? I thought maybe you'd take one look at the, uh..." He stopped and waved back towards the entrance. Beamed with the blissful idiocy of the slightly drunk. "You want something to drink? Some, uh... some not-whiskey, right?" His eyes flicked over to the bottles behind the bar and he opened his mouth as if he were about to list every possible alternative.