Ronan... hadn't been out in a while. Given that he'd not even gone out on New Year's Eve -- he'd been a little busy, admittedly, at the Crossings, helping Sker'ret with an infestation of gatemites -- he figured he might as well head to the bar on the first.

"... Those are interesting sounding cocktails," he said, eying the specials board. "Dare I ask?"