Seth grith his teeth and looked over at the punk. "One", he started, "I am not your partner and two, it's none of your fucking business. Three, fuck off and let me drink in peace". A bottle of golden tequila was put down in front of Seth, allow with a shot glass. "Gracias", the thief muttered as he opened the bottle and poured himself a shot. It was downed within seconds and was soon followed by another.
And then another. One after the other. At this rate he was either going to knock himself or throw up. Seth didn't really care which.