Isaac had mentioned that tonight at Pendragon's Pub would be theme oriented, and after Jremiah's day at work, he was looking forward to it. Thank, Merlin, they were finished with one case. Sure, they'd be starting a new one tomorrow, but that was tomorrow.
The decor and music surprised Jeremiah, but he found he liked it. He transfigured his clothes to match those around him, and he headed for the bar. Something smelled brilliant, and his stomach rumbled.
He grinned at Isaac. "Nice suit," he said. "At least it isn't one of mine. Give me a pint, will you? And a menu."