[later in the evening | placeholder]
[After being forced to deal with his past, quite literally, Conrad wants nothing more than to sit somewhere quiet. The club seems an opportune place, even if he's not particularly in the mood for drinking; he did that to celebrate, or to mourn.]
[Still, he slides onto a bar stool and orders three fingers of whiskey, neat. He sips at it, but it's more just to give him a reason to be there.]