Wil/Drake/Altair/Closed! - 9:30PM
"Not the hair," he scolded, combing his fingers through his hair to try to lessen the damage. "And I think I'll pass," he said, shaking his head. "I'm going to go over there - " he pointed to the bar " - and get a drink." Maybe. He didn't trust the water in this place, and he doubted they had anything behind the counter that wasn't alcoholic in some way or another.
"You go and have fun, Wil." He patted the man on the shoulder and made his escape.