Pandi? The name itself was almost too sugary-cute to come out of his mouth, but it caused an easy smile, a near-trademark of the south from which he was born and bred, to spread over the generally gruff doctor's face as he took the offered hand. "My pleasure."
McCoy set the bottle down and leaned against the bar himself with one arm. "First timer, I'm afraid. Although, I think this may become my regular seat." With an air of humor, he 'tested' the stool, giving it a half turn each way and then stretching out before leaning back against the bar. "Yep, this'll do nicely."
Then, with a surge of ache from his still sore muscles, he groaned under his breath and began to rub one shoulder. "I swear, that's the last time I try to keep up with twenty year-olds in the gym." Leonard often seemed unhappy unless he could gripe about /something/, because he certainly wasn't out of shape. Just, out of practice maybe.