Dan, on the other hand, has a very obvious reason for his well-earned high alcohol tolerance, as he kicks back the Blue Hawaiian as if it were water, having decided that it's not sugary enough to want to actually savor. The librium patch that the Jorg prescribed him to keep him from going through withdrawal is peeking out from the corner of his sleeve, stuck to his upper forearm. He follows Price to the bar and gets vodka for himself, something with a watermelon on the front that he assumes is an indicator that it'll be flavorful.

"Well, I just meant since the rest of the hires here ain't been gentle on you, and right now I ain't feeling particularly charitable towards them."

It's not anger that Dan feels, not really. Dan trying to stay angry at anything is like trying to hold a cup of water in one hand. It just slips away until there's no point in it. But he feels misunderstood, and he feels lied to and taken advantage of, and those are emotions he remembers from when he used his powers on Price a month ago.

He grabs a handful of Jolly Ranchers from a jar where they are arranged to make a rainbow flag. "You eaten yet?"