James nodded and poured some milk before bringing down the drinks, carrying them like a man with plenty of experience in pubs. After handing the water and milk to the girls he raised his beer glass in the air then took a drink.
"Heh, I'd say a good pint of Bulmer's beats it, but each to their own. I've known people from all ends of the alcoholism scale, and honestly, some of the ones that don't drink much can be the most consistently agreeable. I think I lean slightly the opposite end myself. But hey, once you aren't an angry drunk, who really cares?" As he spoke he leaned against the window and glanced down on the fight.
"You're not wrong, Laguna. Even just among the people out there, you can see it. Lets see, we've got a handful of rent-a-cops, our resident nutcase who looks like a generic space marine, Carmen who has the whole wings and shapeshifting thing going on- and is that a lizardman dressed as a Viking? Christ. This is like a mushroom hallucination."