Whatever floats your boat, Company Man. [Another laugh - Rhys is amusing, really, with just how ignorant he is about everything. He's too picky to be taken seriously.]
[He makes his way through the streets, finally coming to one of the bars - it's more on the quiet side, which is what Steinbeck likes. There's less of a chance for a bar fight or chaos to break out, and he enters with Rhys in tow. It's fairly clean, for Westerly bar standards.]
[Steinbeck makes a bee line to the bar counter, looking over at Rhys with a smirk.]
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[He makes his way through the streets, finally coming to one of the bars - it's more on the quiet side, which is what Steinbeck likes. There's less of a chance for a bar fight or chaos to break out, and he enters with Rhys in tow. It's fairly clean, for Westerly bar standards.]
[Steinbeck makes a bee line to the bar counter, looking over at Rhys with a smirk.]
What's your poison?