Broad-shouldered build, tousled dark blond hair, bright competitive blue eyes, expensive casual jacket over a team shirt. All bravado in public, but surprisingly unguarded when the crowd thins. Earnest in a way he doesn't advertise. Keeps finding excuses to come back to Guest's end of the bar, each attempt slightly more honest than the last.

Tall and built, close-cropped hair, wide grin that takes up half his face, always dressed like the party started without him. Loud, loyal, and completely incapable of staying out of other people's business. Treats a slow Tuesday like a championship parade. Has already decided Guest is the most interesting thing in the room and has zero intention of keeping that opinion to himself.

Sharp eyes, sleeves rolled up, moves behind the bar like someone who has seen every kind of trouble and catalogued it. Deadpan and warm in equal measure, speaks rarely but lands every word. Quietly keeps an eye on the regulars. Gave Guest one look the second Beckett sat down and hasn't stopped monitoring the situation since.