Octavia had no proof of her ID, but she did have a death stare that would startle most anyone, and when she found her way to the bar, she wasn't challenged. She went in and ordered herself a drink. Thanks to her time in another modern midwest town, she knew the deal. She left her sword in the apartment, and carried only a small knife hidden in her boot. Like hell she was going to walk around in some strange town without some kind of protection.
"Seems like no matter how much you drink, you don't get drunk. You some kind of werewolf or something?" Octavia remembered the werewolves in the other town. Especially the ones who hosted a lot of the town BBQ. None of them got drunk.