It was blatantly obvious to the astute artist that the young woman at his side was more than lost under the sway of the liquor she had liberally consumed. His emerald eyes remained station upon her as she seemed to sway precariously within her seat, her balance clearly lacking at the present moment. Alistair's brow rose ever so slightly as Vhalla's finger reached out to trace the rim of her glass, only to glance up at him with a near beaming grin as he begrudgingly accepted the drink she'd offered him. Slowly, his gaze turned towards the bartender in front of him as Alistair placed his own order for that sweet amber alcohol. A glass was quickly placed in front of him and yet, he hardly drank as eagerly as the woman beside him. Quite on the contrary, the artist was far more content to simply savor the flavor of the liquor on his tongue as it slid richly down his throat and settled into his empty stomach. His own dubiousness of the girl's drinking behavior prompted Alistair to question what had prompted such a drunken stupor within her life. His own occasional dismal circumstances had led the boy more than once to seek the bottom of a bottle and yet, at the end of the day, it did particularly little to solve the problems that had put him there in the first place. Frankly, the boy suspected that such would be the same case for the ivory haired woman beside him until she too made a point to face the inevitable injustice of the world that surrounded her. His own keenness was put on display, in those moments, as Alistair near effortlessly picked apart every tale-tell sign of those predicaments that the strange woman seemed to face and yet, her pout did strikingly little to amuse him.

"....sure you can." His baritone voice was quite near deadpan, so too were his masculine features at the very prospect that she somehow had a decent enough equilibrium to run around him. It was....rich coming from the woman who moments ago swayed enough to even remain within her seat. That distinctly unimpressed look hardly wavered from his features as she insisted it was her 'weekend', the excuse one Alistair could see through just as plainly and yet, he saw little reason to press her on it. His shoulders rose ever so slightly in an almost dismissive shrug, the artist momentarily contemplated leaving the woman to her woes and her drink before her sweetheart lips parted to offer him some resemblance of the truth. How unexpected. Admittedly, he was hardly surprised to find it was the supernatural at the root of her troubles - they, after all, tended to bring problems within their wake and yet, the prospect that it was all due to a cat caused his eyebrows to raise. He watched in silence as the corner of her mouth tilted downwards in an almost forlorn expression, as if the cat had somehow held great importance to her. Alistair hardly anticipated the wiggling finger that accompanied her answer, the man purposefully leaning away from her as her finger so trailed after him, only to pause a mere inch from his cheek before abruptly pulling away all over again. Alistair could hardly help the scowl upon his features, the man increasingly disenchanted with the drunken woman and her equally as brazen behavior.

"That is...unfortunate." He commented simply, though truly Alistair failed to see just why this....cat nearly killing her warranted her current search for oblivion. A soft sigh left his lips as his striking colored irises turned towards her, the Artist no longer certain he was committed to this line of questioning, just as, it seemed, the woman was equally as determined to further ignore her own issues with an abrupt change in the topic. He hardly missed the pointed look towards his bag, her joke failing to prompt even a glimpse of amusement as he insisted he was far more concerned of her vomitting on his things than them somehow bursting into flames. Slowly, his gaze trailed towards her empty glass at her gesture and yet, he was still not yet convinced she was capable of 'holding her own', as she had put it. "For now." He agreed simply, watching in disbelief as the bartender brought her a beer too. Wasn't he supposed to cut her off at some point? Wasn't it legally required of him?? Alistair's attention was drawn from the bartender as the young woman swiveled in her chair, only to insist she'd sit upon her hands if it would allow her even a glimpse into his art book. For a moment, he considered the inquiry, though Alistair somehow doubted that she was truly capable of remaining that still for long enough. A soft breath left the man's lips and yet before he could even respond the girl was offering him dinner - with a smile, if that's what that was supposed to be.

Alistair was nothing short of completely and utterly baffled. Why did he of all people have to fall prey to the drunken woman's sudden interest? Why couldn't he have picked a nice diner where he was left to himself to enjoy a warm meal and continue his work, unbothered and uninterrupted? Why did he have to try someplace new....tonight? Of all nights. That suspicion upon his features was altogether obvious, however, as the artist inquired after her very intention - the question alone one that seemed to prompt an immediate response within the girl as she so abruptly pulled back from him. He watched with a raised brow as her eyes seemed to widen, only for an almost delayed bout of hysteria to overtake her and softly, another almost exasperated sigh left his lips as his emerald eyes turned back towards the drink in front of him. Her eventual insistence that she didn't date, however, hardly prompted a reaction from the man as he sipped upon his own beverage with renewed interest. It was only her almost coy insistence that she'd consider it if he was offering himself that caused his gaze to cut towards her, just in time to catch that wink. "I'm not." Alistair retorted flatly, the man hardly interested in the slightest in taking her home.

The topic change to his work was, perhaps, the only saving grace Alistair had at the present moment. That art alone one of the few things in life that he held any true passion over. Even so, he remained near habitually vague before admitting that, presently, he was working on a logo. The very mention of that enigmatic project, however, seemed to immediately ignite a glimpse of interest within the young woman as she leaned forward. That begging upon her lips caught him off guard, much less the sudden politeness though it was not enough to sway the artist. "No." He responded, the man hardly requiring even a moment's thought as he reached for his glass, letting it's content's swirl ever so slightly. He had contemplated leaving her at that, his patience such a fragile thing and yet...there was still a drink to be had and...frankly he at least needed to get some food to go if he was going to survive the night.