She's Gone and Life Makes No Sense
He needed a bar alright. Lee was still stunned by the way things had ended. He pulled off his dogtags, wound up, and flung them into the wall with all the force he could muster. He didn't need the things anymore anyway seeing as the Colonial Defense Forces no longer existed, or maybe they did but they certainly didn't exist here and he wasn't about to see to their re-establishment either.
She'd run from him again, run from him? She'll flat out disappeared on him this time. Instead of being blown up in front of him she'd left him standing in the middle of a field with no idea of where she'd gone and no possible hope of following her. He'd gone from the highs of happiness to the lows of despair in an instant. Yes he needed a drink; he needed a real bad.
He pulled open the door and walked into the place immediately walking to the oak bar that dominated the room. "Hawryliw, and a glass". Shoving some cubits across the wood surface at the bartender he took the bottle, picked a table, and proceeded to attempt to drink himself to oblivion.