Ren picks up the glass, eyes it for a second with dim curiosity, and then tilts his head back and downs the whole thing. Although there's coffee in it, the taste is too different from Leblanc coffee to remind him of Akechi, thank fuck. He shudders as alcohol burns down his throat, but he puts the glass back down on the bar neatly enough.

"As long as it has alcohol, I don't even care, dude." He sounds as tired as he looks. "Hi," he adds belatedly.