"Capital idea. If we were home, I'd have at least one place I knew firsthand would have the good shit, if you didn't mind getting your drinks at a burlesque. Alas."

With some difficulty, he stood back up. In the alleyway, with his gangly ass, it was a bit like trying to unfold a scaffold inside a broom closet. "Mmh. Unfortunately, I haven't lived in Tokyo in years, and I certainly couldn't get drinks there when I did live there. You know anywhere?"