Anthony watched indifferently as the woman just kept drinking and drinking. Not a very smart decision. But he won't be the one to ruin her fun, for lack of a better word, by commanding her to stop drinking this instant. And he would be a hypocrite if he did that, anyway. Bouncing his leg in what was almost anxiety, he looked at the girl, listening to her speak of whatever the hell she was speaking about.

"If you say so," he flashed a brief smile, before leaning forward and resting his elbows on the table, adjusting the position of his hands every few moments as if letting them stay as the are would be uncomfortable for him. Though he had considered the idea that maybe he just isn't drunk enough to understand whatever the hell this girl's talking about, he didn't drink even a drop of alcohol. Not now, at least.

Anthony would have been kind of impressed by how much the woman could drink, were they in a safer place that didn't basically guarantee that a drunk and alone woman would get robbed and stabbed. But, he wouldn't be the one to do those things, not today at least. Averting his gaze from the stranger, he looked at the other people in the bar, only whipping his head back to face the woman when she happened to address him yet again. 

Anthony blinked as he tried to figure out from where the fuck she took the notebook, and then he himself grabbed the small notebook gently, trying to decipher whatever the hell is written in it. He's never been the smartest in terms of......reading and writing and such things, and so he just. Looked at the notebook. And then at Olivia. And then at the notebook. And then at Olivia. Just hoping that she gets the point without him having to spell it out for her.