Strange does grab a couple of glasses. And once she mentions the idea of a nice, quiet, spot, Strange fortunately picks up on the real meaning and any intended innuendo. After all, it's a day of drinking and dancing, people should expect a drunk couple grabbing a bottle and some glasses to go off and enjoy some privacy.

Of course, most people didn't talk about being dead but hey, special circumstances. "Lead the way," Strange grins, with a nod towards the alleyway.

As they enter the alleyway, a hare follows, not far behind. She darts in between legs and around any broken bottles, darting ahead to stop and rest near the crates. Strange's expression brightens as soon as he spots her and quickly explains, "You don't need to worry about her, the hare is mine. Her name's Bell."