Gibney licked his lips and braced himself before stepping into the bar, wincing faintly as the scent of alcohol and tobacco assaulted his senses. He was ready for a guard to give him trouble, so he already had the pass Jason had given him in hand as he entered. His eyes looked eagerly around the bar, moving toward the bartender as he attempted to spot Violet. He absently flashed the tender the pass and ordered just what Jason had said he wanted, "wine, something dry and red." Whatever that was, Kyle was so clueless when it came to alcohol of any kind.
"Whutever ya think's best," he replied to the question of what kind, still preoccupied with scanning the bar. He was very excited for the second encounter, even if it was going to have to be much shorter than he had first anticipated. Excitement, confusion and an odd sense of guilt were now tied up in the feral youth, though these were very mild compared to the grief and hurt he had been carrying an hour ago. He shifted his weight eagerly as he waited for the bar to be delivered, running a hand through his long hair.