The town looked very, very different once Danny had started to accept that people were maybe actually who they thought they were. Part of him still wanted to find some kind of rational explanation, but he'd just met Billy Kaplan, who teleported into his room and could call fire. He'd had conversations with Harry Potter, and now he was going for drinks with femshep. So it was hard to really live in denial, even if that was traditionally something he was good at. With that in mind though, he noticed how people wore things that just didn't look modern, or real, and how many people carried themselves differently, like they were waiting for someone to take a hit at them.
Plus there was someone levitating. That was hard to miss.
Danny ducked his head as he walked, trying not to look like he was staring at anyone. (Even though he was. Repeatedly. Just to see if he recognized them.) The town was, as promised, not big enough to get lost in, and the bar was easy enough to find. It was also an actual bar, not a club or a keg in someone's backyard party. Which meant Danny had very little experience with it. There were actual pool tables. Danny felt like in this town, someone from a black and white movie should be standing next to them hustling people for money while wearing leather jackets.
But that didn't seem to be the case. It actually looked like Danny and Shepard weren't the only ones with the idea of drinking away the weird, since the place was pretty crowded. He had no idea what Shep even looked like, Danny realized.
He shouldn't have worried about it though, because he spotted the full Alliance dress before he even saw the face attached to it. So. That was Shep.
He'd expected brunette. But otherwise - yeah, it made sense as soon as he saw her. In the way where nothing her made sense, at least.
He crossed the bar. "Commander Shepard?" he asked. Danny's mouth quirked up as he heard himself say it aloud. Oh god, this was insane. "Uh, hi. I'm Danny Mahealani," he managed to sound normal, he thought that was actually pretty admirable. He offered his hand, trying to look casual. (Less successfully, he was pretty sure.)