What Owen needed was to get good and sloshed. That was the only thing that was on his mind at the moment, his only goal. Sure, he had to find Gwen and figure out some way to get along in this city other than pulling seedy jobs and taking the occasional five finger discount. Not that there was anything wrong with that in Owen's scope of thinking, but with everything that had been happening lately, Owen somehow doubted that Nathan was going to be getting back to him about figuring out a way to get him a license so he could practice without the fear of being dragged into lock up for being some psychotic upstart Brit that thought he was too good to go to school like everyone else.
Even if that was true, Owen didn't want to get arrested for it.
But getting sloshed right now was his primary goal, and that was how he ended up sitting at the counter of a local bar and grill with two empty glasses in front of him and happily nursing his third. It took a great quantity of alcohol to effect Owen in most cases. Especially of this American domestic shit.