Aberforth took a moment to think on that, pausing to scan the selection of liquors behind the bar. "Depends on what you're looking for. Hard liquor or beer?" he returned, giving the kid another hard look before reaching for a bottle without waiting for a reply. Firewhiskey. It was strong and it had a hell of a kick to it, but the kid looked like he needed it. Pushing the glass over to him, Aberforth nodded. "Try that one." he paused before adding, "On the house, looks like you need it." Because for all that Aberforth was gruff and rough around the edges he did have a heart and from what he could see around this place he seemed to chew you up and spit you out with all it's give and take. Yes, he had his mother and sister back, but he knew they could leave at any second and his heart would break all over again. The thought terrified him.