It wasn't often that he came away from the office, or his rarely used apartment, to enjoy a bar. In fact, this was a once in a lifetime sort of situation, if only because Reeve didn't even know there was a karaoke night here at his favorite but rarely visited bar.

The number, not one he was familiar with, was still performed very well, so when the individual performing ended up at his elbow, ordering a drink... Well, Reeve noticed. And noticed, as he had before, how strangely familiar the man himself was. Not that he could place the name or why. So instead he turned to the bartender and nodded briefly to get his attention.

"Put it on my tab. A man should be rewarded for a good performance."