Hex* jumped out of the Arrow as he tossed the helmet inside. This was going to suck.
Sticking to Freeport 1 was not an option - too many people he knew were there. He wanted an excuse to stay out of sight and have no complicated conversations at all. He wanted a drink. Hell he needed a drink after what Brahms had told him he was about to do. Drinking alcohol in a backwater trash can made fancy was gonna have to cut it, he thought to himself.
Finding the Black Flag was not hard at all - Sprague had been touch-and-go over the last weeks so he'd gone across it once or twice. He'd only been lacking a reason to visit.
The whole cutscene regarding the blondie was going down when he stepped in, giving him means to stay unnoticed until he reached the counter. He counted the exits, checked the clientele and sat down the closest he could get to the alcohol.
- "Gin bottle. Coffee grains." - He was expecting the stare for the second request. - "Or anything else that works out the smell."
