Argus had had a martini or two before, but it had been years ago. Probably not long after he'd opened this place, he'd stopped drinking altogether. He was all the better for it, in his mind - it was akin to poisoning oneself. Still, people did like to drink, and he didn't think that closing the bar portion of Shalott would have reflected well monetarily.
The two of them approached the bar, the bar tender catching Argus' eye and raising a brow before nodding in acknowledgment. He approached, wiping his hands on a towel, and Argus placed Hestia's drink order, as well as an order for another licorice soda.
As they waited, Argus leaned forward onto the bar and turned his attention back to Hestia. "So then, Hestia Jones. How have you been spending your New Year's Eve?" The tour would come. Eventually.