He wanders inside on Ben's heels, taking in the look and vibe of the place. Seems decent enough, as far as he can gauge within the first handful of seconds of being in it. "I like the sound of that."

His eyes are scanning the crowd, mixed and pressed together, bordered at edges in some places, but he's only looking for one person in the sea of people. It doesn't take long to find the one he's seeking, perched at the bar, standing out against the rest for his smaller stature.

"C'mon," he tugs on Ben's arm before he makes a beeline for Five at the bar. "I hear you owe me a drink." Best brother-greeting ever, right?