[Boone had actually been planning on walking home. He's not used to cars that actually move, let alone without wheels. And... he's walked in worse condition. Still. A taxi would be smart.

He blinks up at Niko when he seems to lose him and then find him again. Jeez, he's pretty tall.]

Yeah... at least with whiskey I know when to stop.

[He's already paid for his drink, but he's busy trying to plan his path out the door mentally so that he doesn't knock anyone else over. And... well, it doesn't feel right to knock the guy to the floor and then just leave.]