So, Anthony had been set free for now, which was a good thing. But he had almost no money or food or anything at all. Which was a bad thing. He would've had a drink but his situation stopped him from doing so. Eventually he came to a revelation: he doesn't need money to go have a drink or something. Could just beg. He's done it before.

That was what he was going to do, then. He got dressed and then basically made a beeline for whatever establishment first came to mind, entered, and— oh, who's that fellow over there? Looked vaguely familiar. Oh, oh, it's that guy. That guy that he's friends with. An actual friend. Totally. Anthony headed straight for that poor man's table, because they were total friends and surely he wouldn't mind. "Hiiiiiiiiiiii," he sat down. That's how you greet a friend, isn't it?