Riku didn't even make eye contact when the bartender gave him his drink, just catching the drink when it he saw it coming into his peripheral vision.

Now what do I do? Riku knew Sora wasn't too happy about what he'd done himself, but this wasn't Riku's first time causing trouble for his best friend. Life never was as simple as saying sorry, something he firmly believed in. Actions always did speak louder than words. He considered first something to at least cheer his friend up, but it was going to take more than that to set things right. Riku hummed a thoughtful note as he finally took a drink from his sarsaparilla. It was then he caught out of the corner of his eye someone seeming to look at him. He paused, pressing his lips together a brief moment to lick off a little of the foam. He waited to say anything until he felt eyes on him again.

"Need something?" He turned to look at the man. He appeared to be similar in age to Riku, if not maybe a little older. Then again, Riku mused, judging ages based on appearances may not be the best route here. With eyes that blue the chances his eras were simply pointed from darkness was unlikely. Riku suspected he was looking at some kind of elf.