Fred arrived at The Rabbit Hole a little later than Darcy, though he had left his apartment right when he was able. Not that anything was keeping him in the apartment, really. He just had to shower and change and make it appear as though he hadn't been moping in his apartment since George had left. Which he had been, though he didn't want others to think that's what he had been doing. He had a reputation to uphold, after all.
He had suggested The Rabbit Hole because it was more likely that they wouldn't realize he was under 21, and that they would serve him. He was only a year younger than the legal drinking age in Maine, and it wasn't as though he hadn't ever had a drink before. The legal age in England had been 18, so he had taken advantage of that quite a few times. Though he did realize that other countries had different laws for such things. That didn't mean he had to appreciate the fact that he now found himself in a country that didn't acknowledge that he was legally allowed to drink in other countries.
"Beer sounds good. Or something stronger, I may need that. Whichever." Fred really wasn't too picky when it came to what he drank, as long as it did the trick.