Reno wove his way through the barroom brawl with the dexterity and grace of much practice. A bottle of good tequila, a lime and two shot glasses were gripped tightly in one hand, his EMR up and humming in the other. Zack was somewhere in the middle of the mess, having the time of his life. Just because he was Reno, he zapped the backside of the big, ugly bruiser who'd started the whole business just as his opponent was delivering a left hook. Bruiser stepped squarely into the badly-aimed punch, and there was an audible crunch as his nose splattered all over his face. Reno merely grinned. Another sidestep to the right as he avoided a flying chair, then a quick duck leftward as a body tumbled by to crash into an overturned table. "Yo, Zack! Gutterball!" he observed above the din and Reno was back at the bar, unscathed. He ducked down to the small space underneath, squeezing himself in beside the glowering blond who already occupied it. He handed over one of the glasses before proceeding to fill both and offering a toast.
"An' to think you wanted to stay home…"