[ Ash is going to drink. He knows his limit, he knows when to stop so that his judgment isn't in question. It's a line he'll occasionally tow, but rarely. He values his alertness, his mentality too much to get drunk. Alcohol can just remove the edge, but numb the pain. ]

Yeah. After you.

[ That flash seems to have come and gone, and Ash is now settling back into place. He's steadied. It was bad timing, the touch happening while Ash was lamenting the past. Now, he'll have to deal with his future. ]

Since you're treating and all.

[ He's just assumed from the start, but since Vrenille has yet to correct him, Ash really does assume it's going to be on him. Since he has no money, that's likely for the best. He doesn't plan on deferring to a dominant for money, but he's only just arrived. It'll take a bit longer to find his own source.

Ash follows. If Vrenille watches, he's taking everything in, memorizing their steps and the locations along the way. Right, left, he tracks it all, drawing a mental map in his mind. Being comfortable in your layout is so very important. Ash will need to find time to explore later.

The cavern is pretty cozy. Western, a bit out of place compared to the usual bars in New York. Ash doesn't argue when Vrenille chooses a seat. Instead, he asks about the local alcohol selection and upon learning their brands, orders a beer. He has had stronger drinks, but it's not often, and it's not in the company of others. ]

I hope we can finish before the shootout at noon.

[ He watches as the waiter retreats. ]

You want to help? Then I'll give you some homework. I want to know the places that'll sell to Subs without a Dom.[ Ash certainly plans to make trouble, but he has to choose his battles if he plans to win. ] I got three months before I have to sign a contract.