You sure you don't want one of these cocktails that they clearly put together by pulling booze names out of a hat and then adding orange juice?

[He's loving it. Sam is openly savoring every moment of the horror, and is gratified to find the amusement in it too, but it is a smugly satisfied gratification. It was too much power, giving him the choice of picking a bar.

But in Sam's defense, if there can be a defense, they hadn't gotten onto the music topic, so swinging uptown to his favorite low-key jazz dive had been too iffy. Sam actually likes that place, so it matters what people think of it. This place, not so much.]

Looks like they got a few. Long Trail, Goose Island, stuff like that. Really, I just wanted to see your face, we don't need to stick around here. I've only ever been here once before, my reaction was the same as yours.