Maybe they'll wash the awful taste out of my mouth, at least.

[ Sylvain shoots him a crooked grin as he inclines his head towards the bar in invitation. ]

Come on. My treat. Pretty sure Mags owes me a drink or three anyway, and you look like you could use one as much as I could. Maybe more. I'm Sylvain, by the way. You new around these parts?

[ Guiding the way over to the bar, he slides easily onto one of the stools and waves down one of the people helping out behind the bar. ] What's your poison?