Michael shakes his head again and lets the pair dominate their own conversation.

He's never seen anything like it in his life. A... waitrat... brings him a bottle of a brand he's never heard of, but he doesn't ask questions - beggars can't be choosers and he's pretty damn desperate to numb a couple brain cells. If things are like they're claiming it's all pretty fucking weird.

"Should I even ask how this is happening?" He downs the first beer in a long slug, his eyelids fluttering a second before he trades it out for the second, the waitrat scurrying off with the empty.