Another night off, and Ethan was heading over to a nearby pub; a habit that he seemed to be doing a lot lately. Still, he informed himself that as long as he was only drinking a couple of drinkings once every week, then he didn't have anything to worry about. Besides with the job he had it was good to have some sort of escape.
He was working on a particular case concerning a killer who had so far killed two people. Not enough evidence to conclude that he was dealing with a serial killer, and the two victims didn't seem to have anything in common at all. Not helping either were the psychic visions that he would get upon coming close to a crime scene; most of them giving him severe headaches. It had gotten to the point that Ethan carried around a bottle of Excedrin everywhere he went.
Now inside of the bar, Ethan took a seat at the bar a couple of seats away from Helena. He ordered a beer, and ate a few of the pretzels in the bowl in front of him.