"Then call it common courtesy," He said, a slight exasperated gesture. "Going to someone's establishment, then sneaking or creating my own drinks is just rude. Could I've done that, yes, but then why bother leaving home."
And right now, he wanted to be in a place around other people. He may've not been as interactive as his friend Biff, but he still enjoyed being around people on occasion.
Even in the noise of the bar, his hearing was sharp enough to catch on to what he heard, but he chose not to acknowledge it. "It was a wedding," He repeated. "It was suitable for the moment and that moment only, that's all."
Least they weren't going through the damn tests. The scriptures made that ordeal seem so easy on paper; the reality being that self imposed fasting equated to much more verbal sparing and a number of colorful words being exchanged.
Also no angels at the end. He had to make it back himself.