Nathan had been spending the evening walking around the downtown area, a somewhat masochistic nostalgia driving him to find out just how much of what he remembered was the same and how much had changed. Then it had started thundering, and he decided to duck inside the nearby bar and avoid the impending storm.
Exactly which bar this was, he didn't notice until he got inside.
They'd redecorated some, and definitely changed the sign outside, but this place had always been one of the hot spots of a Ranger's social life. And still was, apparently; he saw familiar faces almost immediately. There was Matt Clarke, who had walked (or dragged) him through the hiring process when he had decided to come back and teach. Hank, who looked like he had been dragged through hell and back. Must have been his team that responded to that alarm earlier. It had been strange, hearing that sound and not doing anything about it. A couple of younger people who must have been actives he hadn't met yet, and...Jesus Christ, was that Ansel Brock? Of course it was. He'd been with the Academy forever; he'd never leave.
He made his way over to the group just in time to see a rather intoxicated young man making an idiot of himself in front of Hank and...Hank's date? No. No way. Not that girl; not in that outfit. If it was...well, clearly the Red had somehow lost his mind.
He chuckled as the younger man somewhat unintentionally complimented Hank's appearance. "You are definitely barking up the wrong tree there, kid."