Chase sights the closest bar, a run-down thing that barely has enough staff to keep it functioning, but will do the job nicely. He leads Ben in that direction, hating the thought of going into a shelter to hide. Then again, they'll likely need all the medical help they can get there, too. Taking a stool, Chase lifts his fingers to signify he needs drinks, ordering them two of the strongest stuff they can find.

"Cheers to hiding out."