Elijah drank his beer far slower, barely taking in anything when he held it to his mouth. It was mostly for the movement now. He felt like his cheeks were pink and he wasn't sure if it was the alcohol or Anthony causing it. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He wanted to go home, especially if he could have the man next to him go along. He wanted to talk more and even hold his hand perhaps. None of that could be done there in public. Finally his head turned to him. "Do.. you want me to buy your next one?" It was an invitation. He was already getting a little drunk. If Anthony wanted to, he'd be willing to test it to prove he could handle the guy at his worst.