Anthony turned back to Elijah, flashing a brief smile to him. "I mean...yeah," he answered. He doesn't really necessarily want to drink as much as he wanted before, but it's with Elijah, so fuck it. God knows he'll regret this tomorrow, but who cares about tomorrow? "if you would be so kind as to." Anthony gestured vaguely with one hand, finishing what was left of his drink. This was so nice, but he felt he wanted to go home, now. So many things he wanted to do that he couldn't do in public. Pity.