Of course she'd timed her entry, and announcing her presence, just at the right moment for Vasco to choke on his whiskey, inhaling enough instead of swallowing it that he wondered for a minute whether he she was going to actually succeed in killing him. Well. Wondered as well as he could while he was coughing a lung up, the drink burning even more of his extended respiratory system when he snorted some of it out his nose in his instinctive struggle to breathe.
Honestly, Vasco probably should have been more surprised than he was. He hadn't seen his sister in... it was escaping him at the moment. He did remember that they'd had a large, very explosive—literally, considering her whole fire thing—fight that he hadn't exactly won, but he hadn't exactly lost either, which always bothered her enough that it was worth the effort. Anyway, it definitely hadn't been casual, and it definitely hadn't been in a bar, either. Especially not a bar that came with Camelot discounts as part of the package. This was the furthest thing from Daisy's scene, which meant that she'd come there specifically to find him and, probably, make his life even more of a living hell than it usually was.
Joke was on her. There really wasn't much worse that it could get. Vasco didn't have anything left that she could ruin and that made him sort of invincible.
"Guess it's my lucky day." Vasco's voice was raspier than usual. It made him sound a little more like Qrow and, thus, a little more like a badass. He might have enjoyed the effect if it wasn't for the fact that his eyes ruining all of it by watering. "How's it going, Dais? Get that promotion yet?"
He caught the bartender's attention and held up his glass. He was definitely going to need a refill if he was going to have to cap the night off by dealing with his twin.