[ Basil normally didn't do this. He almost always has a friend he can impose himself on if he wanted to get drunk. He didn't know why he didn't just call one of them, but maybe it just wasn't that kind of night. Sometimes he didn't want to talk is all. So he went out. Not to any of the usual places, a tourist bar. Those were usually good because tourists almost always brought friends along and people that were talking to each other weren't talking to him. He figured he might let a couple of girls, a maybe a guy or two, buy him a drink if that's how it went. Most importantly, he'd get his headspace sorted the fuck out. ]