Lot did not believe that being a leader meant that he couldn't day drink. To be the leader of the Lawu drinking was part of the job description, alongside having infinite patience and an escape clause. He nodded to a few of the early birds milling around as he passed, the number of which was more than two but less than eight, and he sauntered into the bar just in time to hear the first curse words of the day. Lot's mouth turned up into a tiny smile and silently he slid onto a bar stool waiting for Hagar to stop leaning over and giving the small hunched over stranger an eyeful.
Raising his hand casually Lot announced himself, "Something caustic when you're ready Hagar," he looked over his shoulder briefly counting the number of people in the bar before turning back to face the booze stained wall behind the bar.