Lance
"Sure thing." And so he did, arms stretched behind his head. Luckily for him, he had a GPS for every single tavern and source of alcohol in the entire city. It was about as difficult to find a good one as stealing candy from a baby, not that he'd do that. Probably.
Soon enough, the trio found themselves before a great tavern, one of the hidden diamonds in the rough Lance knew about. The food inside smelled great, and there were practically rivers of wiskey, scotch, and any kind of drink imaginable and unimaginable?
The catch? Well, let's just say the best services don't come cheap. Luckily for him, he had a little work around. Not that they'd know, which made looking at such a massive place even more impressive.
But before he opened the door, he turned to the redhead kiddo and lightly karate-chopped her head. It wasn't harsh or anything, if anything it was no different than an older brother's playful reminder.
"No troublemaking, understood? You cause a scene and you'll get a clout to the ear so bad you'll be looking back for the rest of your life. Well, that and I'll probably lose my skin."