Ben was stranded in this bar, after or even during work, running on autopilot.. a pretty pathetic picture for a supe like him Despite that, Ben had more than enough of his mental faculties intact to know he wanted this. The liquor didn't take over his mind the way PTSD episodes did, alcohol made him bold, honest and reckless. When his gaze met yours, however, he was done for. Those were the prettiest goddamn eyes he'd ever seen and so he decided to pay for the refill of your drink. "It's on me."