Blank glanced down at the glass still on the bar, then to the one in his hand. He downed it very easily, though he did seem a bit disappointed that his new acquaintance did not do the same.
"If you're worried that I spiked it, no. I didn't. I bought this bottle a year or so again... My time. Sixty five bucks. It showed up in my possessions when I woke up. So, it's the best I have."
"As for Scarlet.. Well, she's around. Call me paranoid or overprotective, but she is carrying our child. One can never be too safe, y'know?" Blank spoke frankly as he poured himself another shot of the bourbon.