Tristan was the type to always have a good time when he went out. Otherwise it would be a waste of time. He never turned anyone away who talked to him, even if it was someone he knew he wouldn't get along with because to him, a debate of opinion was a good time. If he ran into someone who was of like mind as him that too would be a plus. Of course, he was also just fine on his own to contemplate life and his next great venture.
His brow quirked at the sound of someone speaking to him. Immediately his gaze fell upon the mentioned blue beverages. "I prefer gold," he said as he pulled his own flask out of his pocket and poured a mystery liquid into a cup of the blue stuff she warned him about. "Let's see if it brings this back to life." He lifted it to his lips and took a swig. It was pretty terrible, but it'd get the job done. "Not quite." He laughed, but took another drink of it anyway.