The surprised smile on the bartender's face says he hit the right number.
He runs the transaction, then, before Torley can reach for his drink, he dumps the glass in the sink and pulls out two more, filling them from a different, unlabeled, bottle than before.
After a quick toast he throws his back and leans in close, "Okay, so the guy you are looking for is an ork named Bacchus, he runs with this booster gang called the A-kidz. I haven't seen him in awhile, I think there was some kinda thing went down, but a couple of the other guys have a flop upstairs in the back. You want me to call them?"