Oh, (he says, unsure how to give zagreus as emphatic a "no" as he'd like to, so he settles on shaking his head. it's gone out by now and it's dirty from the street—not that jonas would care in any other circumstance, but he's not about to start smoking a cigarette off the ground in front of a new acquaintance. its job was complete anyway, taking the edge off before spending time in—hopefully—good company.

his hand comes away after a firm squeeze in return, and jonas watches zagreus take in the building.) Not really, man. It's mostly common sense, like... mind your business and don't forget to tip your server. (the childish wonder is interesting, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth as they decide to head inside.)

It'll... It'll be cool. Probably. I've never actually been in here.

(they're immediately greeted by loud music pumping from surround sound speakers lining the central pillar over the circular bar counter. it's massive—so massive that jonas has to crane his neck to see the summit, wondering how the hell they built the structure indoors. the marvellous feat of engineering doesn't distract him from finding a booth they're able to relax in, raising his arm to indicate one tucked just far enough out of the way.)

They told me this was a bar. Like, a normal bar.