Percy hardly had a Vax in trouble sense - it would likely never stop going off if he did - but he could do math as well as anyway. So it surprised him not in the least to see a wreck of a man collapsed into a booth with an impressive number of drinks before him considering the hour.

Because it was still a touch early, Percy brought a pitcher of water and carafe of coffee along as he joined Vax in the booth. He didn't ask for permission. This was a family matter.

He added two shots of his favorite whiskey to the table. "To Vex'ahlia."