Alex was to single-minded today to care for his companion, or hostage – depending on how you looked at things-, simply having too much fun. “I promised I would do vampire shots with Joy.” He commented as he dragged his crewmember into another side alley. “But, I made no promise in getting plastered with another!” He barked as he swirled her and himself around a few beggars and crossing a main street. Finally he found what he was looking for. A place had to be classy when bringing a friend, let alone a female. He had heard the ‘rusty mullet’ was a great place, semi clean and with plenty of liquor. He spurred the two of them along and entered the bar, the scent of beer, piss and blood hitting him in the face.<br/><br/>He glanced at her, not registering her resistance, fear, confusion or whatever she was currently feeling. “Let us go over there.” He pointed to a vacant spot at the end of the bar, one dimply lit, yet closer to full bowl of peanuts. A fair trade off in Alex’s mind. He forced her to sit and slammed his fist at the bar a few times. The bartender, -who would dubbed as Joe for the rest of the evening, like it or not-, took one glance at Alex, judging if he had enough cash on him. He actually spared several looks for his female companion, eyes nearly bulging when he found out how low the zipper was. Eight beers were ordered as a start, with a bowl of lemons to spruce up the drink.<br/><br/>He handed her a beer, slid the slice of lemon inside the tube and slammed his own bottle against hers. “For surviving another day.” He said, grinning as he began to take a few sips.<br/>