Yup, it goes right over his head, even if he probably knows what the american flag looks like. There's nothing odd about liking blue color, though, so he doesn't think much on it -- especially as he practically has to catch himself on the bar not to have the edge ramming into the fresh bruise on his chest.

"...Me?" he blurts, glancing back at Steve a little alarmed. He thought the other man was going to do it for him, but apparently he was being left to sort this out on his own. He looks back at the bartender, some demonic fellow clad in black leather, and feels himself panicking.

'Yes?' the bartender asks with annoyance when they notice him staring.

Bum wishes he could sink through the floor and right into the next level of Hell. He frantically looks over the bottles behind the bar, trying to work out whether any of them seem to contain something green. "Um... hi... I-- I'd like to..."