So here Lori and Lawrence were. Hugh welcomed them with a friendly wave of his arm, whereas the other Lawrence chose to take a long gulp of his drink, practically slam the mug against the table and nod very noticeably. Not the most usual way he acted, but Hugh knew what the issue was. What was good here was how quick they seemed to have been. No funny business, then! The Lawrences were still both in the game. He wasn't in any hurry. The time he really felt the draw would come, and then he could enjoy what was to come to the fullest. For now, there were others who wanted it more. The conversation wasted little time in turning to the drinks that they were having, and the already at it Lawrence lifted many an eystalk towards the fresh arrival. "You'd be surprised to know it's pretty much the same as it is out there on your side of things", he pointed out, which the other two would attest to. That was indeed the case. Alcohol was made the same way.<br/><br/>Her wanting something that was good and strong inspired something in Lawrence the shorter, something that had him desiring another nice dose of this stuff before the first mug had even been emptied. He ought to arrange some of these things. The gazebloom lifted his mug to his lips and chugged the drink away, pushing the glass towards the middle of the table from where it would be picked up later. "Liquor before beer, you are in the clear or however that was", he suggested, wiping off a hint of grey goop off of what space remained for his forehead past the great big main eye. "A shot to start things off with for everyone. I'm thinking blueberry. With a tower of whipped cream on top", he laid out his plan, earning approving nods from Hugh and his namesake. "You want anything?" he inquired of the tall figure, receiving a request for a whiskey sour. "You really have to put eggs into everything huh?" Lawrence grinned at Lawrence the larger and chuckled to himself, waving at Lori to put the bill away for now. "I'll get the receipts and we'll settle this towards the end of the night. No use everyone going to the counter at once", he explained and marched off.<br/><br/>Hugh grinned after the going of the usually the most timid drinker of the group. Look at him, taking an early lead! He had his reasons to usually take it slow though, his metabolism wasn't really the most booze friendly. But man if that guy didn't need a good reset right about now. "He isn't usually the one to do those runs, but taking the receipts sounds pretty much like him. He owes me, what, two drinks now that he got me this one?" Hugh mused, shaking his glass. "One after he lugs that shot over, and by the end of the night…" The slime shrugged. "Who's to say?"<br/><br/>The centaur at the table settled between the spot of the other Lawrence and Lori, taking in the other clientele of the bar from his position high above the heads of others. Who needed the second floor when you had the body of a horse to prop you up? It wasn't the busiest Friday he'd ever seen, but there were a fair few people around. And he wasn't surprised to see quite many eyes linger on Lori. Right. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all? "Lori, do you mind if we swap places?" he asked quickly, trying to make himself into a bit of a shield between her and the rest of the people in the bar. "I'll fit better." A poor white lie, since he was much less obviously in the way of people here towards the wall, but then again he might fit better in the space he'd then have if nobody was walking by at the moment…<br/><br/>But by the time that was resolved, everyone's favourite TA (or at least as long as everyone was simply the group gathered around this table of theirs) was back with a plate of the promised shots, two large glasses of strong and cloudy apple cider, and that whiskey sour that had been requested for. The tray was set in the middle and the three young men reached for the nearest shot glass each, the amount of alcohol in the diminutive glass easily dwarfed by the huge puff of whipped cream on top. But then again, the latter had air in it. "Down the hatch!" came an uncontested order and the drinks vanished, the glasses hitting the table within one second of each other, but definitely out of sync.