He shrugged at the name of the drink Cat mentioned. "I'll try it if you will," he offered with a grin. It was an easy, light conversation. Something that he rarely got to indulge in and while it was a nice change of pace - a welcome one - Bellamy couldn't help but feel the way guilt settled heavily on his shoulders for enjoying it all. The bar was where he met back up with Gina. Where they spent a lot of their time. And his girlfriend hadn't been dead long. He did his best to shove that guilt to the back of his mind for now, though. He could feel bad when he was alone in his house. For now, Bellamy wanted to at least act like life wasn't just a series of tragedies.
Bellamy nodded, "The people back home... peace is a foreign concept to them," he pointed out stiffly. "We just keep fighting. People just keep dying." And Clarke didn't want to look at it that way. Octavia didn't want to, either. They wanted to judge him for seeing war for what it was.
He didn't let the anger weigh him down for now. "It is nice," Bellamy said. "It's weird. I mean, we're always worried about everything - and not just war, I mean, food, water," he gestured that the list went on. "Here, that doesn't seem to be a problem for anyone." He watched Cat as she recalled wherever she was from. It seemed his world wasn't the only place where people had to just manage to survive. "Hey," Bellamy extended a hand to briefly rest at her shoulder, a comforting gesture to match a comforting smile he flashed. "Life might suck back where we're from, but we're not there now. We might as well enjoy it, right?" It was honestly a thought he struggled with himself, but it seemed like good advice, even if Bellamy hadn't considered extending it to himself.