Loki blinked at Shadow in surprise, shrugged and hooked his leg behind the bar-stool to stop himself from kicking. He couldn't sit entirely still, though, so he soon found his other leg knocking lightly against the next stool over. Tock, tock, tock ... each kick a little harder than the last.

"Any of those will do," he told Shadow. He usually just drank beer, Jim Beam when he wanted to get drunk, but it was Odin's drink really and the whole point of getting drunk right now was not to think of Odin. "Whatever's closest to hand."

"Yep, that Uriel," Loki confirmed. "You've met her. Goes by Brenda for the humans."