Luke's face blanked. "I don't drink." He would legally be entitled to do so in a few months but there was no was liquor was getting passed his lips. Even during the bad days between Sylar and Samuel, Luke hadn't resorted to that. "I'll eat, you drink. I know a place."

Place, however, wasn't really the right term for it. Luke led Axel down some steps to a noisy, crowded little waste water basement. No one looked at anyone. There was no pool table. No darts. No games. No one really laughed. The men and women here were rough. Street. They smelled s little funky. The food was cheap. The alcohol was cheap. And sometimes people went missing.

It was just that sort of place.

Luke slumped into a scarred booth and a woman missing most of her teeth came over and scoffed at him. "Again?"

"Fuck you, yeah. I want a couple of hamburgers. He'll have whatever is in a bottle. Unopened." People here were scared of Luke. And rightly so.