His master plan of getting drunk as hell was extremely effective, whether for better or for worse. Walking on the street in the evenimg while terribly intoxicated did tend to turn out worse than anticipated, more often than not, but Anthony didn't seem to worry too much about all that nonsense, a bit too caught up with...something. Trying not to trip over his own feet, most likely.

It was only when he heard someone calling out that he actually refocused his attention to something else, and that something else happened to be some absolute fucking giant of a guy who looked as if he couls pick Anthony up with one hand and yeah he's fairly sure now that he's going to get beaten up. Maybe he would be less paranoid like this were he in an actually acceptable state, but, oh well. 

Anthony just stared at the man for a solid half a minute before responding. "Ye— no."