He hated that question. He hated having to acknowledge that he was running from something at all. Maybe in another universe, Draco Malfoy drank recreationally. Maybe he would once or twice a month when his friends wanted to invite him out. But here and now, in this reality, Draco was a lone regular patron that had no friends whatsoever and kind of preferred it that way. He was at the bar to drink until the voices in his head were too sloppy to even understand anymore. Is that what she wanted to know?  