Well wasn't that a nice welcome! Tipping his hat towards his friend, Tequila laughed. "Sorry 'bout that. Ya know how it is between managin' a bar an' gettin' shitfaced." He sat down with a boyish grin on his face. "Ya ain't too mad, are ya?
"Though I'll make sure ta visit more often. Looks like ye'll need it." Really, how could Azrael enjoy such a quiet place? Sure, there was rock music playing, but everyone else was quiet. "I'll even start up a bar fight or two. Maybe do some bettin' wi' tha darts. Jus' tell me who ta play against an' who I shouldn't." He then laughed. He was joking, but it was hard to tell with him.
"You even remembered! Gotta say, I'm tickled pink! It's time fer a reverse now - howsza 'bout ya get me some of yer strongest stuff?" Hell, if he was going to do this he was going to do it right. He wondered if Azrael would copy just what he did (hey, he didn't know he was giving drinks to an angel) or if he would just start him with the strongest drink he had. Tequila could handle it. He wasn't an angel, but he was the Statesman's bad boy. He was used to some hard drugs and alcohol.