After that very mentally scarring incident with his aunt, Zel had adopted a new habit of never visiting the same bar within the same week, and varying up his rotation just in case the old broad thought to try and corner him at some point. It wasn't likely to happen, but he preferred to play it safe.
This bar was a little more public than the hole in the wall places he favored, but it was only a Wednesday and not too crowded, so it worked out pretty well all around. It was all too easy to find himself a nice solitary bar stool wedged in a corner next to one of those video game machines that always seemed so enthralling while one was shitfaced. Cold beer in hand, he carefully surveyed the other patrons, more lone stragglers then couples or buddies hanging out after work. Definitely a sausage-fest with at least three or four guys to each girl who was already there with someone, so it looked to be another night of porn to keep him company rather than the desired warm body.