Hey may be talking to himself, but he isn't alone. Next to him, already seated at the bar is a demon. Four horns, fangs, bat wings, and of course a spade tail are all traits that make that obvious. The regular humans around them, don't notice. The can't see the demonic features, but Joker can. Not that the demon realizes that, he isn't even looking Joker's way when he begins to laugh at the angel's question.

"Hey!" he shouts, getting the barkeepers attention, "Fours shots of tequila for this guy right here!"

It's only then that he turns to see Joker and realizes he's talking to an angel. His eyes go wide, but only momentarily. No way an angel would smite him in a crowded place like this. Also the guy clearly came here to get drunk, so probably he was already a bit preoccupied. He ignores the sudden, but smile dose of fear before he smiles wide. Today was a good day, a very very good day.

"Four shots of anything will probably get you drunk pretty quick," he comments, looking the angel up and down. "But tequila tastes the greatest."