Sam was tired. And overwhelmed. But if there was one thing this city seemed to have it was alcohol. A lot of it. And it wasn't that stuff the Chief brewed either that tasted like engine grease. Sam actually had his suspicions that it contained some actual engine lubricant.
The bar he found himself in was loud and crowded. The music was a little strange to him, but he found himself liking the beat anyway.
He made his way towards the drinks, grabbing a stool when it became spare. He glanced around before spying the barmaid. For a moment he let his eyes rake over her appreciatively. Nice. He flashed her a grin as he waited to be served.