"I can help with that," Dean promised, still laughing. "Dean Hudson, by the way." He extended hand for a shake. "What's your poison?" He had noted the other man had also had a glass of whiskey, but it could have been an arbitrary pick; more than the drink he meant atmosphere. If the ABC was a haunt, Dean had another little muggle pub like it, but he also had a collection at home and he knew of a little house party going on tonight that he had half a mind to visit, but that would depend on how open-minded his new friend was.

Regardless, he started down the side street toward the main drag, any of their possible destinations could be reached from there, or a quick apparating trip.