She's casual enough to pass the test, which puts him at ease enough to reach for his beer once more. Good handshake for a broad. And he doesn't need her last name to be polite, damn, I mean it's a bar. Only reason he hands out his last name anymore is just in case someone he knows from home (that he might not actually hate) could find out. He's too tired to hide, maybe.

"Back at ya, Tess. Get you a drink?" Then, his bravado temporary falters as he makes a show of wriggling his ring finger. A chick like this might punch him in the nuts for looking at her funny, if her biker boyfriend didn't do it first. "No funny business, just pretendin' I got manners for the first five minutes this week. Lucky you."