Sweeney missed Ashe. He missed the frank discussions the two of them had. While she did happen to have an agenda about Madison, Ashe had never had an agenda about him, there was nothing required with their conversing and sharing one another's company. No judgement. It had been a breath of fresh air in a place where judgement was running amok.
Currently slouched on a bar stool, a lit cigarette perched between two grimy fingers, he watched Kenzi do her bartender magic. "Jameson," Sweeney answered. Glad to be at an establishment that wasn't Homebrew. That was all he needed, the involuntary calm and knowing eyes following him from behind the bar.