[ The return greeting drags a snorted little cackle from Boomer, nose scrunching as he makes his retreat soon after. Not far, though, only breaking contact enough to slip onto the bar stool next to Victor. ]

Whiskey, large.

[ His attention barely flickers to the bartender, more interested in the surroundings and his company. ]

'Ere, check these bastards out. [ He thumps a broad forearm onto the bartop in front of Victor to show off a chunky 'bracelet', the same on his other arm too. ] Realignment cuffs, so we gotta be on our best behaviour, you and me.