It wasn’t a long walk, and when they made it to the pub John held the door open for Ky’lar like a proper gentleman, something he was decent at pretending to be. 

Really, it was the kind of thing he mostly did to be cheeky.

“What’s your poison, then?” he said, following inside. It was a decent place, not too rowdy, but still with that downright charming feeling of a brawl hanging in the air. “Can you even get properly shit-faced, mate?” 

_{“oh, i’m sure anything is possible,” he said, shortly after entering the bar. truthfully, if he had enough alcohol in his system he could. the only problem was it took far too much to get it to happen – a reason to why he usually avoided it. well, that, and he didn’t want to lift too many eyebrows. truth be told, he could down an entire bar’s with of liquor, and even that might not be enough.. on some days.}

_{“just get me a bottle of whiskey and we’ll be set.” or six… depending on how well his restraint was going. “though, the question is simple; do you really want to go down that road? buying me a drink could go to places even you might not dare tread.”}