If he was honest with himself, Russia half expected not to see Latvia curled up with a mug in their booth. So it's a bit of a pleasant surprise when he rounds the corner and spots the familiar soft blonde hair and violet gaze. He greets Latvia with a bit of a crooked smile, pale hair clinging to his face from the rain, but that question catches him by surprise and he blinks, head tilting before he nods.

"Ah, that would be a good idea wouldn't it." Oops! It takes a moment but soon enough there's a spell upon his lips and wand in hand, clothes and hair drying near instantly. Once dry, he settles in next to Latvia and lets his smile turn sheepish, "Sorry about that, Raivis."

Soon enough there's a mug of Firewhiskey in his own hands and Russia takes a swig. It's not really his drink of choice, but he'll certainly take what he can get. Besides, drinking with a friend is the best part of this pub. So he leans back into the booth and muses into the mug "It's pourin' out there, we might be stuck here for a bit."

Not a bad thing necessarily, but still.