Mason walked past a young woman, before entering the bar, a smile spread across his face; she was obviously too plastered to know who he was. The place looked exactly the same as his last visit, a little over a year ago now. He took a seat by himself in the corner, havng brought a flask, full of a special mix he had made at home.
It wasn't really a social visit, just a Mason knew he could be left alone. No one would bother him about anything he didn't want to talk about. He took a small sip from the flask, lazily eyeing the bar's occupants.