Nyx, was actually in a good swing of a mood. People were rebounding from being sick, and people seemed to be getting back into the routine of their lives again. Especially him. Being cooped up for that time while people were sick, was painful. The doors were his outlet for stress, and gave him something that resembled purpose. Not having that was rough, but then he was able to distract himself making sure everyone had things they needed. From soup to books to even Pop-Tarts.
Things were good, and he deserved a drink. So he walked tall and proud, because who better to share a drink with other than his favorite blonde super hero Carol Danvers. Plus she was fun to be flirty with, and that said something on it's own.
Though his mood shifted dramatically when he walked into the bar. His eyes fell on Carol, and he knew immediately something was off. What it was, Nyx didn't know, but the air in the room was thick with emotion. "Hey." Nyx called out to announce himself as he approached seeing the bottle next to her. It was the strong stuff, and immediately the Glaive started steeling himself for the evening he was about to have.
"Something's up. You alright?" Nyx finally was close enough to see the look on her face. "What's wrong? What happened." His eyes drifted to the box. Whatever it was, it wasn't good.