"Hm? Oh right. Yeah, hard liquor? Can't go wrong here." Truth be told, this was normal for him. If he was going to drink, he was going to drink to feel something. To lose himself in it all like he did when he was alive, except there are more vices here than ever before. He doesn't have to drink himself into a stupor, but it's all he's really known. His mask being halfway off was a telling sign as he drank.
Not like anyone truly cared for the anchor who got his ass handed to him every morning and night. Only now, after so long, the blonde decides to enjoy it in public rather than the safety of his home. This place wasn't usually the kind he enjoyed, but it'll do as he sits upon his stool. His mind is elsewhere when he hears someone speak to him. He doesn't hesitate to answer, but then he turns to look beside him.
Who he finds confuses him for a second. The sockets of his mask shift furrow a little before he realizes who it was and can't help but laugh. "Cat's out of the bag? I didn't think they let you outta that hotel." His confidence didn't wane this time with some spirit inside as he took another swig and motioned to the bartender. "Another and another for him." Things were already looking brighter, weren't they?