Ling laughed a little. "If I left him over there, I wouldn't make it back to Liberty." He raised his glass in the direction of Drake once again. "Drake! Care for a glass of Kusari's spiciest water?", he said with a coy grin.
Despite refraining from eavesdropping, Ling still found his attention pulled in the direction of the two women arguing. While not hearing the words, the tone of their speaking was hostile underneath, and Ling felt the streets of Pittsburgh creep back into his mind, just a little. The gleeful relish of chaos, the enjoyment of watching bar-fights, the constant combat and threat... But I'm not there anymore, he reminded himself. I'm here, and I'm going to enjoy myself.
He spoke to his partner at the counter again. "That reminds me... Drake should have brought the shipment Liberty Ale with him, so if you feel the need for a change of drink, there's a new option on the table. Or, behind the table, that is."
