That'd be a hell of a lot of effort to waste on a second rate joke. [She shakes something powerful. His brow raises, just for a moment. But of course, he should know better than to stroll in anywhere with assumptions. They didn't wake up a single ordinary soul. Some people might pass for it, sure, but in the end the cats get out of the bag and Mr. Joe Next Door is suddenly strapped up in tights and shooting lasers out of his eyes.

Regardless, it's just a small thing. For the time being. As long as she doesn't spring something unpleasant on him mid-sip he's perfectly happy to keep on pretending this will be a normal night on the town.

Well. Mostly.]

Me? Well. I came to visit my old pal Jack Daniels. We have a lot of catching up to do, him and I, I plan to do it until I forget why I came in the first place. Yourself?