Choosing their seating gives Wrench something to mull over while Blake makes his selection with the bartender. He casts his eyes around the space in a way that doesn't try to conceal the fact he's looking. Instead, his effort looks more like it's born of some chilly sort of confidence. There's not much of anyone who looks like they'll be a threat to them. He very much doubts many of the patrons could even stand upright for that long. So in the end he just does what he always does and takes a seat where he can put his back to a wall and his eyes forward.

When Blake comes back with the bottle, Wrench gets about the business of pouring them both drinks. He sets the other man's in front of him first, and pushes his own to the side in favor of watching him write instead. Wrench doesn't take the pen, though. He looks at Blake like the man might be half insane or something, and shakes his head emphatically. Sparkly brain text? Sounds like more magic, and he doesn't do that.