Man, a part of him still didn't get how this was supposed to be fun. Zack the older practically pushed him out the apartment, repeatedly reminding him of how sociable he needed to be, much to his annoyance.

So here the clone is, sitting at the far end of the bar, his hair pulled up into a loose ponytail cause of the heat. His gaze is mostly focused on the empty glass in front of him, its contents having been... questionable. Riku just responded with a "whatever" when asked what he wanted so he's not sure what he was served. It might have had alcohol in it. He's not tipsy enough for it to be physically noticeable.

But if anyone wants to see how much a former science experiment can pack away, he might not say no. After all, he's never hit his limit before.