[You know, the irony here is that he's more in need of a drink now than he was back when he arrived here. That's probably not the way things should be.
Not to mention the fact he can't, you know, actually really get drunk. Which is why when he's taking a seat for himself in the bar, his first words are:]
Get me whatever's the strongest you got, pal. [Might as well try.] An' for yourself, too. It ain't too fun to drink alone.