Harvey peers around the brim of his hat, find that he actually has to turn his damned head because the fucking mask sucks away all of his peripheral vision, but doesn't see a bar - yet. Walking may be involved before he does. "'Any idea where this bar might be, because I can't see shit." This costume is getting more aggravating as the night goes on.

Danny's question, however, gets a scowl. "Bite your goddamned tongue," he snarls. "I've been called an 'asshole' more times than I can count. It's far more fitting." Funny thing, both of those statements are true, even if he is half joking.