After changing himself into his usual casual attire (which consisted of a pair of plain denim jeans, a red t-shirt, and a spare pair of sunglasses), Goose found himself strutting into the bar just like on Saturday night, whistling a little tune as he scanned the room around him. Immediately catching sight of his newfound drinking pal, he grinned as best as a somewhat flustered (due to their encounter before this) guy possibly could.

Not wanting to attract any attention from whoever might have seen him the previous night by calling out as his name, he slipped silently up to one of the seats next to Surge and plopped down on it.

"... h-hey," was all the pilot could mutter, trying his best to keep the smile on his face and trying HARD to keep his face from warming up yet again. Maybe he shouldn't get so drunk tonight... maybe.