[ With all the loud, thumping music and the shouts from an exultant crowd of party people around, it can be a little difficult to hold a conversation. It almost sounds like the skeleton said paint, but the human just brushes it off as his own hearing.

He scarcely notices how he almost sends the skeleton careening into the bar itself. Gladio, slow your roll. ]

The drinks? Huh... now what you mention it. [ The Shield considers the rows upon rows of unfamiliar labels, all containing liquids in colors varying from the innocent and innocuous to appealing hues to tempt the eye. He shrugs and beckons the bartender over with a lazy wave as he turns back to the monster. ] Buyer's choice then.

[ When the bartender arrives: ] Got anything savory?

[ The bartender brightens, and lists several drinks - a bloody mary, a smokey tea mingled with whiskey, and a few other offerings that qualify as 'savory'. ]

Just tomato juice for me. I don't wanna find out whether or not this paint mixes with alcohol.