He scratched his cheek. He had a wispy thin beard like leg hair. Outside the window of the pub, a crowd went by holding candles.
He stood up and went to the empty table next to ours. He climbed a chair and then the table and started crashing his hips one way then the other, and yelled through the window, “CELEBRAAATE GOOD TIMES, COME ON.”
He made a lasso in the air until the people passed.
When he sat back down we both had a good laugh about it, though mine was more of a polite laugh, I didn’t really like the guy.