"That doesn't. That's just a fact." He turns a corner and continues the route he'd already scouted out earlier to the liquor store. Once they're outside of the store he smirks and says, "This does." And before Harry can say anything, he blinks out of sight in a blue and white light.

Inside the store, Five lands somewhere in the back corner. He doesn't bother trying to find decent liquor, he knows he doesn't have that kind of time before the clerk notices a kid inside the store. He grabs a bottle from the section he's found himself in– a cheap bourbon– and blinks himself over to the vodka to grab a second.

That's when the clerk realizes someone's in the store. "Hey, you, kid! You're not supposed to be in here! Put that back and get outta here!"

Five doesn't say a word, just blinks out of the store back onto the street where Harry is waiting. He foists one of the bottles at him and says, "Hold onto your guts," before giving him no time at all to protest as he grabs his hand and blips them back to the hotel lobby.