Tapping the bar, Atlas ordered another, and turned to the girl next to him, staring at her through bleary eyes. She was vaguely familiar. School maybe? Definitely not his year though. "I think I'll take my chances," he muttered, nodding to the bartender when his drink was brought. "A pint, after this?" he asked, then downed his shot.
He grinned and turned back to the girl. "To be quite honest, the pain I'll feel from these is nothing compared to what I felt last night."