"Firewhiskey?" Came a deep Irish voice. The dark haired witch didn't bother making eye contact but nodded in reply. He turned behind him, grabbing a bottle of whiskey and another glass. "suppose you don't mind me sharing one with you?" He asked as he turned back around. The man was tall, dark haired, messy stubble for a beard and always suited smartly. "do as you please" Bellatrix answered, obviously uninterested. He poured bit the drinks and pushed the glass closer to her hand, which currently was propped up under her chin with her elbow leaning against the bar. They both tapped glasses and drank the contents in one smooth motion. "Didn't think you were supposed to drink on the job?" She said half interested as she pushed the glass forward for another. He learnt forward slightly to only be heard by her as he poured another drink for the regal witch.