"Perfect." She was in for a treat, and also an incredible hangover the next morning. The pair of them could be sad, and drink together. Of course, he shouldn't get hammered, but at the rate he was feeding Leia, Nyx would be following her down that road pretty quickly.
There was a moment where Nyx just listened to her words more than saying anything while he moved the stock around behind the bar. Having retrieved more booze from his exploits, Nyx was shifting the bottles around so the oldest would be used first, some of it was stashed in cupboards for special occasions, and others were placed of on the rack behind the bar.
"Well, I have lost many." Nyx commented in a sad tone from his crouched spot behind the bar. "Doesn't make it any easier, but this does feel rather different." Standing Nyx carried a strange new bottle. "New booze." Nyx held up a clear bottle with a clear liquid in it, the bottle reading Sierra Tequila Silver. "I have the one bottle, so I think you and I will share it." Then Nyx poured it into her glass, a couple fingers deep.
"Though," Nyx commented pouring some in his glass. "I feel losing them in the way we do, they are returning to where they belong." He smiled. "We don't know they're dead, so why not hope for them being alive." Holding his glass up he examined the booze and sipped it. Strong, and then he tipped it back into his mouth swallowing. Yep. Strong. It was great flavor though. "I feel like, those of us here just need to live the best life we can while we can." Nyx shrugged. "So, don't hesitate, and live a little." The man smiled. "Know what I mean?"