Bars weren't Cole's thing. Neither were people or crowds or loud noises or friends. Yet by some 'miracle' from the Gods here he was, alone in a bar on the edge of a crowd with loud house music blaring in his ears. The only part he was enjoying about being here so far was the fact that he could drink himself stupid without it being seen as 'sad' and him 'needing help' or whatever.

That, and the bartender who kept openly flirting with him every time he came back for another whiskey.

That bartender was probably the only reason he was going back for more alcohol at this point. Speaking of- as he brought his glass to his lips, he discovered that the only booze left behind was watered down to all hell. The perfect opportunity to get another drink and chat more.

He raised his hand and gestured the bartender over with a grin, sitting up a bit straighter as he watched them approach. "Well, long time no see, stranger," he said with a small chuckle. "Think I could get another drink? I promise I'll behave." He flashed a wink with a subtle smirk. He had no real intention of keeping that promise, but it's the thought that counts.