When the black-haired youth mentioned the Council, Neo knew why he was followed into the bar. He pretended to not hear him at first, as he put on an self-satisfied expression. He also leaned his back at the bar counter, his elbows rested on top of it. He looked at the bartender and raised his hand. And indeed, the bartender noticed him.<br/><br/>"Yes, sir?" He asked Neo.<br/><br/>"Four Horsemen and Hell Follows." Neo replied. And the bartender nodded.<br/><br/>While the cocktail was being, Neo kept his cool and waved inward towards the young man. He saw that he was nervous and shaken, maybe as a result of Neo's deliberately provocative diction. "C'mere." Neo said to him. "Just c'mere, damn it. And ya' shudda fuck up. But that ain't meaning ya' shouldn't talk. Yanno wha' I mean, don't ya?"<br/><br/>The drink he ordered soon came. He then quickly drank down the concoction without hesitation, then put down the shot glass on the bar countertop. "Gimme anotha' of dat shit." Neo said.