Joshua pulled up a chair at one of the tables off to the side and set the bottle and two shot glasses down between him and laurie. "Well," he huffed at the idea of the proverbial Bastard feeling the need to impress anyone. As though it would make a difference. "Family fucks you up." He agreed. His own family, close or far away, were a constant thorn in his side. He opened the bottle and poured a shot for them both, giving her a smirk before shooting his back and clinking the glass down on the table. "What about your... friend?" He raised an eyebrow.