He'd really rather not get kidnapped anyhow. That wouldn't go well in the long run, and though he might spill some secrets, the kidnappers would end up ripped apart anyhow, and honestly, it's just a mess.

"Okay. good." he said and let the other lead the way. When the fishbowls were ordered he whistled, because they were large but cute. He agreed these were better than shots, and after a taste? He liked them a lot more than shots too, because clearly there wasn't much alcohol in these. They tasted too good.

Though it snuck up on him, the alcohol. This had to be more than a few shots worth of booze. He rested a hand on his belly a moment and let out a sigh. "I am.... ffffffucked up." He said, cursing being a good sign that he was drunk. "W-what was... in these?" He asked, completely missing the fact that a pair of girls had been watching them for the past ten minutes.