As Yin sat at the bar downing his shots of tequila after chasing out the Los Betas officer, he was approached by one of the other customers, a man named Adam to be precise. Seems like he'd made an impression with the way he'd kicked the teeth out of the officer, and now the man was striking up a casual conversation over drinks. Now this was something Yin could get behind, shooting the shit with other alcohol entusiasts like Adam. "Yin, Yin Feilong." The Martial Artist quickly gave the other customer his name before raising one of his shots and clinking glasses with the man. "To mankind's best friend, booze." At that point the doors to the bar opened once more and what seemed to be a Titans officer walked in with a kid, sitting down at the bar and ordering drinks. Yin couldn't help but chuckle at the current situation and directed his attention to the new arrivals. "Man up kiddo. It'll put hair on yer chest." He told the boy known as kamille proudly. Drinking could help some people forget, and others could remember whatever memories they chose to bury deep underneath their normal facades. For Yin Feilong, the bottle was a constant companion in the world. 

The Martial Artist now turned his gaze to the female with the kid. "It's great, ain't it. Being able to just come here and relax after a hard day?" He asked her with a small chuckle as he downed another shot of tequila.