"Thanks," he said. "Maybe sometime, but not tonight."

It had been easy to put it out of mind for James's sake, but Halloween wasn't exactly his favorite holiday anymore. He conjured himself a new cup, and poured himself a glass. Then he took a drink and grimaced.

"Awful. One of these days I'm going to murder Crowley."

Still, he very much wanted to get drunk at the moment, so this would have to do for now.

"Anyway. It was nice talking to you," he said to Rukia. "Have fun, all right?"