All things considered Apollo had been in New York for far longer than he felt comfortable admitting. He had found himself settling back into the life easily enough, but that didn't quell the urge to find sunnier pastures every now and then.
Expecting the flirtatious behavior, he was certainly not surprised to hear such a comment from his brother. "Whiskey, neat." he responded, his voice a little gruff as he tried not to laugh. "How about you not try that crap with me, lush?" he returned, an affectionate tone in his voice.
Apollo was no mere mortal, and since he wasn't in the mood to deal with the usual attention he attracted in these establishments he had no intentions on taking off his hat. Of course, he knew Dionysus would just peek up under. "Yes, who'd think I'd come to a place like this?" he murmured, glancing around.