Britannia, NY

Jim is in full-blown bad-decision-making mode right now, and, as such, he's hanging out at the local bar. He's not drinking, true, he's just fiddling with a glass of some kind of cola (possibly Coke; he doesn't like plain tonic), but that doesn't mean he isn't kind of hoping to get picked up, or at least come on to, and the fact that his shaking is all but disappeared is, in his opinion, going to help with that particular cause.

He's even left his cane at the house. Right now he just wants to escape from all the people he knows, all these damned conflicts he can't work out, and take refuge in someone else's warmth, safety in anonymity.