Lark sighs again, already tired. There aren't enough spoons in a day for this.

"If you could give me his phone number so I can follow up with him in the morning," he finally suggests, ducking behind the bar and emerging with a pad of paper and a pen. The gent needs to pick up his photo ID anyway. Might need that in the future when he isn't getting wasted in a karaoke bar.

He offers the stranger a pen, looking hopeful.