It felt like a slice of the life Noah had lived before to have a bar to walk into. Some people would probably feel that that was stupid and maybe even delusional, but he was fully aware of what reality was. He couldn't see any harm in revisiting the parts of the past that had been good when circumstances permitted, not at all.
He also didn't mind that it took the guy with the vividly dyed hair a few moments to notice him. Noah simply got settled and relaxed on his stool, flexing his shoulders, one and then the other. He was always hyper-alert when he was on guard duty, not wanting to take a chance on missing anything, and he never realized how much that tensed all his muscles until it was over.
Noah gave the barkeep an easy smile when he greeted him and asked, "What've you got?" This wasn't going to be like a bar in the city where you could walk in and feel confident they were going to have anything you might want. They were lucky to actually have as much variety as they had, he imagined.