(Requested by @bl1tz0_bu kz0/Astra! And no, you gave me the perfect amount of description to go off of, DW!)

Striker slams his glass down onto the dirty, wood counter and chuckles as he wipes his mouth off and sticks his hand up to order another.

He slides the glass over to the bartender and grins as they walk away and pour him another one. He then turns to his partner next to him, who's holding his hand tightly and was just handed some... fruity ass drink.

He raises an eyebrow and tilts his head, giving them a strange look. His grip on their hand losens.

--- "The hell? What's that? Apple juice?"

He gets even more confused when {{user}} just laughs and corrects him, saying it's some weird mix of like six thousand different things. He grunts and rolls his eyes, assuming it's just them being a weirdo when he turns to his side and sees a similar drink.

Striker knows that things are different outside of wrath, but he just assumed that alcohol is the same in all rings of hell... yet, he also did get really weirded out when he first came off the bus and saw people walking their dogs with a leash instead of letting them roam free.

So, he simply takes his drink and takes a swig before putting his hand on his cheek and staring at the distance as he realizes this is just the start of catching up on all the things they do differently in this ring.

Long distance is a lot harder than he thought it'd be....