"Alcohol isn't going to solve your problems." The words came from a tall, dark-haired man who slid into the bar across from the bartender who he'd been watching help himself to a few extra drinks behind the bar. Inaeryac had his own drink of choice, a double bourbon, on a cocktail napkin between them, until he took a long drink and returned the empty glass to the counter. His eyes never left Aeron. "There a reason you're helping yourself to your wares, barkeep?"
Aeron smirked, “Oh but it’s fun to get drunk. Plus... I’m drinking away a lonely heart.” he admitted, humming as he leaned on the counter humming, looking him over. “Any reason you’re drinking tonight?” he asked, humming softly. He wasn’t even buzzed it seemed. He was more height than anything so it stood to reason that he just suffered having a high tolerance.