Oh shit, it's the fuzz! Just kidding, Five has never respected anyone attempting to be any sort of authority around him and he never will. Being very and pleasantly drunk definitely doesn't change that.

What it does do is make him oddly, possibly eerily cheerful. He looks up from his thousand-yard stare at Tim's approach, switching on a smile and raising his cup in greeting. "Tom!" Close enough. "Sit down, grab a drink!"

If he pretends he can tolerate people, he won't have to drink alone, right?