[He tilts his head down when his hand is knocked away, peering up at Cesar through his shaggy bangs. The hairstyle is the same, unkempt and dark, but it looks more on-purpose than Lazarus' has ever been at any given time.]

OK. I want to hear about your mood, so yeah... bar. Let's go. You still like whiskey? Or is it more of a tequila kind of night?

[He turns, moving with a sauntering sway as he heads back toward the bar.]

Two shots of whiskey, and two of tequila. Put it on my tab.