How utterly aware Alistair was of how...distinctly uncomfortable the pair seemed within one another's presence. The woman beside him hardly seemed the epitome of social graces and Alistair was often more inclined to simply keep to himself. Still...perhaps the sway of liquor was exactly what they needed to get through...this. Whatever this was in the first place. The artist was almost glad when the topic his craft could be brushed over instead for his apparently peculiar drink order. His brow rose almost inquisitively as he eyed the curious smirk upon the young woman's lips. "What sort of type do I seem to be?" Alistair asked, genuinely curious of the apparent airs he had given off when it came to his preferences in beverages. Surely she hadn't thought him inclined to fruity mixed drinks or something...had she? The jade hue of his gaze slowly turned to follow hers, the newly turned hunter content to watch the bartender in silence as he moved with practiced ease to fulfil their drink orders. He was hardly oblivious to the almost hungry way Buffy seemed to observe the poor man, her need for her alcohol one he'd certainly seen before mirrored in the eyes of men who relied upon the bottle. How very unlike his maker she was.

It was the very thought of the man that seemed to bring about Buffy's inquiry on how many of their kind that he knew, even if Alistair was....certain he'd make that blatantly obvious with his own fumbling at running into another Hunter. Nevertheless, he answered truthfully enough, the artist becoming...unfavorably used to the idea that he was utterly floundering at this whole Dark Hunter business - enough that it was so laughably noticeable that to lie would have been pointless. God, he'd never liked sucking at something. The bartender returned quickly enough with their drinks, placing them in front of the pair. His hand reached out for the glass in front of him, the Dark Hunter sipping contently on the hard liquor, the very warmth of it filling his chest. His gaze shifted from his glass as Buffy inquired after his present...'job', or rather, secondary one. Alistair's head shook ever so slightly. "No, not yet. I told Adr -- er...my maker that I'd try it but he doesn't think I'm ready yet....not...that I blame him." Alistair admitted. Hunting, after all...seemed much more...difficult then simply stabbing a monster. These monsters, after all, fought back.

Where Buffy beside him seemed eager to gulp down her liquor as if it was her very lifeline, Alistair was far more content to merely savor the beverage, sipping contently upon the amber liquid even as he watched her down her first glass with remarkable ease. Abruptly, she swung on her stool to face him, her inquiry of his 'shtick', as she so called it, left Alistair simply blinking rather blankly at her. His...what? He watched as she reached behind her with an almost mischievous look, only to grab the stood beside her and raise it above her head. Alistair leaned away, almost weary as he watched with wide eyes as she crumbled the splintering wood, legs and all into a mutilated ball of...well..fucking peices. "Jesus Christ." The boy muttered under his breath, just as the bartender yelped the same sentiment in...well...not quite the same words. "Uhh...nothing that..." He was almost at a loss for words for a moment,"...exciting." Alistair finished at last. His power - she was asking after his power, one he had been diligently working on though he still had remarkably little to show for the hours he'd spent trying to...manifest...whatever it was he could do. A soft sigh left his lips, "Look I'm not great at this yet..." He forewarned her, before he held out his palm. His brows furrowed and for several long moments, nothing seemed to happen at all. Alistair eyes fluttered close in concentration before, with a small flash of neon blue light, a small dagger materialized within the palm of his hand, it's sharpened point licked in fluttering flames of blue that darted and danced around it. His eyes fluttered open, a small hint of satisfaction tucked in the corners of his lips - he was getting faster at summoning a full blade, at least. "Tada?" He offered almost lamely, glancing upwards at the woman beside him.