He nodded, getting up and grabbing his gym bag so that he could change clothes. Ten minutes later, he was downstairs and walking out of the front of the Hyperion. "Are you ready?" he asked, assuming that he was.
"Ready." Mai responded pushing away from the wall of the building when Gabriel emerged from within. Mai, then, started the short walk down the block to where her car was parked.
He followed her out to her car, getting into the passenger side once she unlocked it for him.
"Hope you don't have anything against country music." Mai mentioned once she had buckled herself in and started the engine. The bar she had in mind wasn't one she frequented anywhere near often, but the atmosphere there was pleasant enough, the drinks not watered down, and the music she had a semi liking for.
He shook his head. "Think it might match my mood a bit," he admitted. From his understanding, all of that music was about people breaking up, anyway, so it was fitting, wasn't it?
"I doubt it'll be that depressing." Mai said with a faint smile and brief glance over to present company. The woman then shifted her gaze back to the street as the car was guided away from the curb and down the street.
"That might be a good thing," he admitted. He doubted that anyone would want to match his mood at all. The atmosphere that he could see so far seemed to be a bit of alright.
"Well, if the place has you feeling the need to drown your sorrow and pain in a bottle know that you have a designated driver at your disposal." Not that she condoned overdrinking, but sometimes occasions such as this exceptions could be made.
"Yeah," he said. Once they were seated at the bar, he ordered himself a beer. He would even take American right now. It didn't really matter.
After pulling into, and parking, in the partially filled lot, Mai accompanied Gabriel into the C&W bar. Once the two Watchers seated themselves at the bar, Mai ordered herself a gin and tonic. "This does beat those clubs the younger set tend to flock to." Mai commented casually as seh shifted on her stool to give a brief glance out at the main of the bar.
When he put in his order, he found out that the bar actually carried a fairly decent British beer, which already made him feel a little better. He nodded at Mai's comment. "I may have to come here more often, then," he admitted. He always felt like a weird old man going to a place like Avarice, even if it did cater to a bit of the biker crowd as well.
"I'd recommend it." Mai told him. "Never been one for the club scene myself." The woman took a sip of her drink, then, once the tender placed the glass down in front of her. Mai had never found enjoyment or relaxation in loud music and wild dancing.
It probably would be better for him. Humans were creatures of habit, though, and he was still half-human. At least this was a place that he could come to when Kayla was working though. Now he had choices. "I never really was myself," he admitted.
"Guess that's a Watcher thing." Mai commented softly. At least the ones she was familiar with weren't, or hadn't been, the party animals some of the younger generation Slayers seemed to be.
That actually elicited a slight smirk out of him. "For the most part, it seems," he said. "At least with our generation." It seemed that some of the newer ones were quite different from them.
"Here's to our generation, then." Mai said with a smile and raise of her glass slightly toward Gabriel. The newer generation of Watchers was a generation the woman didn't quite understand as their views and ways seemed to differ vastly from the old world Watchers.
He clinked glasses with her. "To our generation," he said with a slight smile. For some reason, the song 'My Generation' by The Who was now fluttering through his head.