Dex snatched up the beer as soon as Kuma Lisa set it down. Getting drunk was not a good idea for someone like him but right now he was out of fucks to give. Everything hurt inside right now and he just wanted it all to go away. "I counted six from my past," Dex told Yelena. "All of them are dead now." Considering the body count in his past, Dex was just thankful right now that it wasn't even more.

"That's my mom over there." He gestured to an older woman with dark hair who was a bit on the short side two tables over. Like with all the ghosts from his past, Dex didn't look so much directly at her as out of the corner of his eye. It didn't hurt so much that way.

"The one I was aiming for is-- was an old friend." One of the few deaths Dex had never taken any pleasure in causing. He'd had enough fondness for Ray to want to just bring him in. But Ray knew exactly what he was doing when he'd reached for his gun, knowing how much more fast and accurate that Dex was with a handgun.