[ he tilts his head just slightly, as if he's seriously pondering the idea of drinking cheap booze in a parking lot, and looks undeniably very bearlike in the process, at least until he talks again. ]

If it's with you, I might enjoy it.

[ rather than teasing, he just sounds frank. Not that Bucciarati would ever consider himself too good to hang out and get drunk in a deserted lot - his beginnings are too humble for that - but he'd probably have a good time drinking with Abbacchio just about anywhere. When the company is good, the setting doesn't matter as much.

Once Abbacchio reemerges, he carefully ducks back down and out of the doorway so that he's not blocking it anymore, although he's still got his head lowered enough to peek through the entrance while he speaks to him. ]

Fair enough. I'll admit that I'm missing my bank account. [ he used to not worry about these things!! he was a successful mobster!! ] I was imagining something more pleasant. A park, maybe.

[ a pause as he considers something. ]

I don't know what the public drinking laws are here. Then again, I'd like to see them try to arrest me.

[ he's a Fucking Bear ]