"Must be," he muttered back at Ceara, regarding her with a thoughtful expression. They could always try and find boredom back in his shack, since it wasn't really working out here. Somehow he didn't think it'd be too boring back at his place, though.
When his dismissal didn't work, he added a, "Fuckin' A," when Ceara reiterated his rules. Sort of. He'd meant it as more of a 'go away, full stop' than a 'go away unless you're drunk', but maybe they'd be more tolerable if they got their drink on. When Simon asked whose tab it was on, he scowled, looking at the two bottles he'd bought, one of them already halfway drained. Looked like it was on him - the new guys looked like goddamn deadbeats. Fuck. Ceara had already made a concession for the raggedy looking one of the trio. Jericho's scowl appeared to be Simon's answer, in any case, since he didn't respond directly.
"I'll get some more fuckin' glasses, then," Jericho growled, halfway standing when Arlington got his attention. He frowned at her and followed her head to Nova, blinking before he looked back at her, confused. What in fuck would he know about what went through Nova's head? Shit, maybe she was trying to come up with a good price for a group rate. He pushed away from the table, shooting both Gob and Nova a look as he got some more glasses, setting them all down in the center with a clatter that made Mary jump.
"Relax," he suggested, pouring a shot into each glass and pushing them towards their respective recipients. Jericho had a rather intense, serious expression on his face, though Ceara would be the only one to know he was bullshitting them, "Drop whatya doin' and take a fuckin' drink. Rules is fuckin' rules."
Mary just goggled at everything. At Ceara, who looked painfully familiar to her, at Simon who seemed to be going out of his way to be kind, to Arlington who didn't seem the least bit bothered by the horrible man pouring the horrible smelling liquid into barely-clean glasses and telling them to drink it. Ceara had told her she hadn't had to participate though, hadn't she? Not until she'd finished her noodles and water. The tanned bald man was intimidating, however, and she took up the shot glass with a hand that only slightly shook. The liquid smelled stronger, worse up close, and she grimaced.
"This smells like fuel," she protested weakly. Was he trying to poison them?
Ceara reached out and touched Mary's glass gently. "Just a sip to toast, then eat and drink your water, you can catch up." She said, softening Jericho's command, but only for Mary. Arlington and Simon both didn't seem to have any sort of leeway being offered them though, they both looked healthy enough to handle a glass of whiskey without passing out. "As for who is buying, I am." She slipped a handful of caps into Jericho's pocket, just to keep the big guy from grumbling too much. It was bad enough on him that the vaulties were sitting at his table when all she wanted was a night getting drunk with her man and going home to.. well that was fun drunk too. Boring, right. ugh.. this wasn't going to be it.
She shot a look at Nova again when Jericho and Arlington exchanged looks but the woman was checking out Simon, not Jericho or her so she didn't care. Well, mostly Simon, she did seem to be keeping an eye on the little redhead too but that seemed of the more of a kindness than a business look. She lifted her glass, toasted the trio and her man, and then grinned. "To bein' free and borin' nights." she murmured, then knocked back her glass and.. luckily didn't cough.