Chris hadn't had a good beer in what felt like a million years. In the aftermath of Kijuju, he'd been too busy worrying and seeing to Jill's condition to focus much on the partying, though the two of them had a raincheck to catch up with one another as soon as she was cleared by the medics.

Since she wasn't here, though, he knew she wouldn't have begrudged him for seeking out a little liquid refreshment in the meantime. Besides, Chris felt like he'd earned it with how quickly he'd been able to roll with all these bizarre circumstances.

So tonight, there was a big guy drinking at the Drunken Dragon.

"I feel like I'm sitting in Lord of the Rings," he muttered, mostly to himself, "But the beer makes it feel more like heaven." He glanced at the person drinking next to him at that, smirking a bit.