Diego snorts into his beer when Derek says he'd go broke paying for his drinks. He's not wrong, and not only because Derek is a heavyweight when it comes to alcohol. Diego's more than broke. Everything he had, he'd put into this being a cop thing. He could always go crawling back to Hargreeves, but he'd rather sleep on the street first.

He drinks his beer quickly enough to keep pace with Derek and nods at the bartender when they put another one in front of him. He takes a long sip. He should be pacing himself, but now that Derek's here there's no point. He knows he'll look out for him if he gets shitfaced and that's the plan. He would've gotten shitfaced whether or not Derek came or not, but now that he's here there's an added level of need to do it as quickly as possible.

"You mean come and work for you?" Diego looks over at Derek with a smirk and shakes his head. "No thanks." He can't look at him long, that sympathetic look in his eyes pisses him off even though he knows it has no right to. He tries to shrug off the defensive walls rapidly coming up around him. "Though if you want some of those walls blown out for free let me know. I could throw a hammer around."