"I truly am not a smart man." Alcaeus repeated to himself as he squelched over to the bar once more, shaking small droplets of water off of his form as he stands in place, not sure of what to do. The bar stool looked inviting, and so he sat, attempting to dry himself off with a rag he snatched from behind the bar. Probably used to clean glasses, but it'd do for a quick pat-down. He looked around to see that the other patrons were still relatively active, the new woman was chatting with that abhorrent cloaked bag of bones. The Mummy was off bothering the countess about her little minions once again. The only other remotely normal looking person here was seated at the bar as well.

Alcaeus swooped up a bottle from behind the bar, as the reaper's back was turned and fished into his pocket to pull out a shiny silver coin. A single drachma should do it. More than enough to cover a measly bottle of... lemonade? He sighs to himself and shrugs, opening it regardless, before nodding over at Cain. "Hey there. You one of the invited too?"