Leaving my friend until last call

I think the bartender is a keeper, my odd friend Jan said. Wanting to take a peek myself, I replied “move your head!” He was as unusual as Jan, so I thought they might make a go. Let’s move closer to the bar I said. Sloth-like Jan moved really slow. The bartender was a chatterbox, he was full of banter with us. Told us stories about his patrons, did not leave out a single cuss. I could see Jan was smitten, so I told her to stay until last call. But she never turned up again, so I was wrong after all.