[as no fan of ale himself (it ranks far lower on his list than sake and rum), Zoro shrugs and concedes the point.]

More or less. We've got some booze back at the apartment but sometimes I feel like drinking someone else's. Place is going to hell anyway, might as well help it along.

[he hops up to sit on the bar itself, so that in between sips of his rum, he can reach back and fish out anything Illidan rejected and see if it's more to his taste]