Noah had pulled an extra guard shift, figuring that with several of the compound's men gone with the search party and the large number of infected that seemed to surround the walls these days, he'd be more useful here than there. It was cold out, but he didn't mind that so much. That was what extra clothing was for, and he was fortunate to have enough in which to bundle up. Being alone in the darkness gave him a chance to think, and as long as he could keep his mind off of touchy subjects, that was a good thing.
He came back inside very late, tired and yet somehow too twitchy to go to bed. Sleeping wasn't his best thing anymore, anyway. Noah gave a thought to what he wanted to do as he exited the security office. Visiting Vienna crossed his mind, but he realized he didn't know precisely where she lived or if she had roommates. She'd visited him in his cell thus far. So that was out, for now.
Noah was on the verge of going back to said cell and maybe reading when he happened to think of the Four Horsemen. It had been a while since he'd indulged in alcohol, and that might be just the thing. He didn't work security again until the next afternoon late, which meant he'd have time to mitigate the effects of anything he might drink. That decided, he made his way to the bar and headed inside.
The place was quiet except for the sound of music playing and bottles clinking; it seemed that most people were either in bed, away with the search party or someplace besides here. That was all right. Noah wasn't in the mood to deal with a bunch of people, anyway. He seated himself at the bar with a sigh, readjusting the gun he wore holstered at one hip.