"W-What?" Marty blinks a little, confused, before it settles in. Oh, this guy thought they were going to go drinking drinking. Marty wrinkles his nose, and shakes his head. "No, I mean just getting regular drinks. Stuff that won't make you absolutely shitfaced?" Popular rockstar or not, there was something he hated about the thought of booze. It just didn't sit well with him.

He pauses. "I mean, if you wanna go and get a drink fine, I'll come with you. But I'm not buyin' any."