"Not much of a drinker then?" He knew he was an alcoholic, but he also got (at least in an abstract sense) that not everyone liked to drink. He leaned over the bar and looked through the bottles for a few moments, pulling out a glass and a bottle of scotch. Really, he just wanted one drink. He'd rather not be stupidly drunk during first impressions.
He grinned at her as she shook his hand. "So what's the deal with this place exactly? Is it like a halfway house or something? And why did they blindfold me and cuff me, anyway? Even getting arrested wasn't quite that bad, then again, I don't remember much of it, so I can't really say."