Well. At least he seemed to be more pleasant than before, but you never new with his type. He could just be offering one hand and arming the other - which, incidentally, was exactly how Enrico would deal with this unpleasant situation he had been forced into. But hey, at least he got a free meal from it. Plus, if worst came to pass, Enrico could probably take this clown out fast enough with a stroke or two of his Bukizoku assuming everything went as planned. Whatever that 'plan' was.
"Ah... Thanks for covering my bill," Enrico nodded, taking a seat in front of his bartending 'friend'. Though the friendship wasn't sincere, the thanks was. Even if you're a member - or former member - of some kind of almost-terrorist organization, that was no excuse to be impolite without just cause. "Nice trick," he added upon witnessing Tsubaki's card-and-wine show. The 23-year old looked down into the wine set before him and ran through all the possible things Tsubaki could've done to it - poison, hallucinogenics, sedatives, spit... List was damn near endless.
Enrico looked around. There were a lot of people here, it was a good place, popular too. If he ended up getting incapacitated here, someone'd manage to help out. Definitely. Hopefully.
'Fuck it.' he thought, taking a drink. 'I can hold my damn liquor.' He breathed out a sigh and told Tsubaki, "Guess I'll get anything. Surprise me."
