Dimitri hadn't gotten very far, he'd stayed on long enough to strip away his vest, jacket, sidearm, and holster and deposit them somewhere secure, leaving him in nothing but a black tank top, cargo pants -with his knife still hanging on his belt just in case-, and his combat boots. He'd covered a total of two meters as Alice strode up to him and expressed her displeasure about her drugs, "What, me buyin' drinks isn't repayment enough?" Dimitri asked with a somewhat deadpan expression. The Demo-man let out a small sigh and stepped back a bit, figuring that Alice's answer would've likely either been a resounding 'no', another physical assault, or a combination of both, "Look, tell you what niña, if you're still able to remember anything past tonight after we're done at the bar and you still want some hash, i'll buy you some. But no more mind-fuck.". For the briefest of moments Dimitri could have sworn he'd felt a hole being burned into his wallet, however Krista jumped in just in time to lift his spirits and make him snicker a bit with the prospect of everyone getting drunk off their asses and doing things that would make everyone -with the exception of Krista- likely regret the morning after. "Jeez Krista, first you try to screw Alice in front of everyone on the boat and now you're encouraging a drunken orgy? You certainly don't fuck around, do you?" The demo-man inquired with a leer, happy to once again enjoy the company of someone who could be as amoral and hedonistic as he was. Throw in Alice's abrasiveness and Leon's attitude and it was almost like being back with his old squad before he was discharged. It was almost like he was back home.