I REALLY HOPE THIS TAG ISN'T AS CRAPPY AS IT FEELS TO ME XD
It was a general rule that when you thought about doing something enough, you needed to do it. The moment Brandon suggested the bar, his need for a drink became that much more prominent. And yeah, he had a fairly decent booze stash of his own in his room, but for some reason, he felt like heading in the direction of the bar tonight. Drinking alone was great, but it got tired after awhile. So, after he finished his evening rounds, he wandered up to the door of the bar and peered in to check out the crowd. It was sort of thin that night, but that was okay.
Pushing the door open, Brandon inwardly plotted his drink as he made his way to the bar itself, nodding a hello to the bartender and asking for a simple scotch, straight up. Scotch was something of a rarity nowadays, so Brandon was actually pretty surprised when the 'tender pulled out a bottle and started preparing his drink. Once he got it, he took a gulp and breathed in, letting a smirk cross his face. His attention turned to the rest of the crowd now, to the guy sitting a few stools down, and he nodded a greeting, tipping his glass as added punctuation. Was that the dude he'd told about the bar hours?