Stiles cleared his throat. "Alcohol kills." He stated, with honesty. As far as he knew alcoholism ran in his family so he does his best to avoid drinking though he has been tempted to give in to the lust. Stiles ran a hand through his hair, the bar had an extensive variety of drinks but one bottle of vodka caught Stiles' gaze. It was the special brand that his sister used to drink heavily. It was a reserve so the particular brand was difficult to obtain. Stiles waved it off as a random coincidence. "Anyways, how do you plan on operating this little group of ours? Who will be our targets ?" Stiles asked curiously.