Small Beer

So, he came into the pub where I was waiting, and threw his bag onto the sit beside me.
"Sup?" said I.
"Sup?" said he, as he put his elbow onto the table and his forehead into his hand.
I lifted my eyebrows and stuck out my lower lip, I paused, and I nodded.
With his other hand, he took out his cigarettes and lighter from his pocket. With his face still in one hand, he put a cigarette in his mouth and lit it and then with the exhale, loosened the frown his one hand held in place just slightly just in case something cracked or fell apart completely.
I lifted my eyebrows, and stuck out my lower lip, paused, and nodded.
I reached for my beer and took a sip.

With another drag, he lifted his face from his palm.
"I'm not in the mood to talk tonight, sorry, you talk, i'll listen," said he.

A girl came to behind him and "erm, hello sir, what can I get for you, sir?", said she.
"A small beer," said he.
I looked a bit to my left side and then back at them and lifted, stuck, paused, nodded.

Inhale. Exhale.

"Ahem. Today... is a damn hot day man. It was just... so... damn... bloody... hot... man," said I.
Without undoing what's left of his frown, he lifted his eyebrows, stuck his lower lip out, paused, and nodded his head.