The number of helpful informants around him tonight was astounding. Between Vanessa's wealth of knowledge and Ben's piping up, it was all Idris could do to bite back a laugh. And another thing--Ben was clearly of age to be in a bar, and yet he didn't want a free drink? That, too, was astounding. Idris arched a brow, studying the younger man for a moment longer before shrugging and glancing back to Vanessa. That odd feeling he had about the two of them was probably not going to go away any time soon, and so the quickest way to muffle it would be a pleasantly tipsy outlook for the rest of the evening. He wouldn't pass down getting drunk if he didn't have work in the morning. Buzzed or tipsy would have to do.
Nor would he pass down Ben drinking at least something that was slightly alcoholic. He agreed with Vanessa's urging, though the better part of him knew better. If Benjamin didn't like the drink, he technically could always order another.
"Well, don't force it on the guy, Vanessa," he drawled, giving her a pointed look of amusement. "We don't want to end up carrying him to his apartment." As they spoke, the bartender was efficiently putting their drinks together and placing them down in front of the right person. "So, Benjamin, Vanessa--what do you say about finding a table and getting better acquainted?" Idris took his drink from the counter and glanced about the room, spotting a sitting area that was yet free from other patrons. "Come on," Idris said, pausing to lean towards Benjamin slightly, "order something else if you don't like the soda." With a grin, he moved to the plush seats, intending on getting comfortable.