Azrael shook his head. Tequila... Sort of like the drink. Loud, strong, kinda obnoxious but mixed well with others. He meant well, Azrael knew that much. He seemed to have a pretty good soul. So Azrael gave him a chance. Even if he did hate the nicknames, he knew that Tequila was a pretty good guy.
Azrael knocked the drink back and poured them a couple more. Deciding it was best to just keep the bottle out, he left it beside Tequila so he could pour to his hearts content. He would join him every so often but he didn't really want to drink. He did however, want to smoke. It had been a while since he wanted to do that.
"You can pick up the darts if you want. Or we can have a game of pool" Azrael shrugged, looking behind the bar. He patted along a shelf with his hand until he came across a half crumpled back of cigarettes. He picked up the pack and took one out, before placing the pack on the bar.