"Gueth it'h better than nothing," he shrugged, following Dirk inside. The place... well, it was sleazy as all hell, but it seemed that Dirk and Sollux had the same taste in decoration, because he was perfectly fine with this. Figuring they would have to seat themselves, Sollux turned to Dirk. "Think we thould try the bar?" he asked, pointing toward it with a gloved thumb. It was barren, in accordance with the hour, but somehow he doubted that they could just... swagger in. Humans had drinking ages, right? Did they follow those here?