Why was he going to a bar? He didn't even drink.

Adrian told himself it was so he could try and learn more things through other means than what he usually did. Maybe it was because of his newfound partnership with the elusive and enigmatic 404, who caused him ridiculous levels of stress and gave him the desire to drink just so he could stop hearing them hurl insult after insult at him.

Nah, he kinda liked 404 now that he thought about it.

Maybe it was just good to go around the town and see what kind of places there were, while not under the guise of a mask or from the top floor of Morei Tech. It felt much different when he wasn't holding his guns or threatening criminals. It was nice to just kick back and enjoy everything on occasion.

At least, he hoped that's what would happen today.

Vanaheim ended up being the place he'd try today, and after some hesitation, he would finally enter. He was greeted with a cozy, calm atmosphere and not many customers inside. Part of him wished there would be more people just so the chances of him sticking out were lower, but some things couldn't be helped.

Donned in his usual leather jacket, black undershirt, and black jeans, Adrian would walk into the bar while taking a look around. It certainly looked much cleaner than he was used to seeing in a place like this, and there weren't the usual unbearable drunkards or people picking fights for no real reason... yet. Maybe he had just come at a good time.

Heading to a seat away from everyone else, Adrian would take a seat at the bar, taking a look at all of the liquor in the back. At least the barkeep was kinda cute.

Well, that was fast.

The bartender came up to him practically immediately. At least he couldn't fault the place for customer service, she was on top of her game. Unfortunately, it was a little too fast. He had no idea what he would've wanted, and so he felt an incredibly awkward moment coming on if he didn't think fast. Thankfully, fast thinking was his strong suit.

"Uhhhh..."

Okay, maybe it wasn't.

Adrian would take a seat at the bar, looking at the various bottles behind her. God, how did anyone memorize that many drinks? He took a moment, before looking at the bartender.

"Do you have anything, uh..." He looked nervously at the other people in the bar, realizing he couldn't ask for something easy. What was something his dad always liked?

"Jack and coke?" He asked, unsure. It was what Eero always had after unwinding from a long day. He would've preferred to just have the coke, but he couldn't look like a sucker.

Yes, Jack and Coke. Did it really sound that strange? Was it an unusual combination? Was his father just a weirdo?

Well, Eero was pretty weird.

Adrian remained quiet as she poured the drink with what he could only describe as practiced finesse. She then made a comment that made him tense up momentarily, but he would sigh and look down to the counter before answering her.

"Was it that easy to tell that I'm not much of a drinker?" He'd ask. "It was actually my dad's favorite drink. I was just struggling to remember what it was for a moment. Long day and all."

It's been a long day every day for the last few years. But he wasn't sure if he wanted this to turn into the 'stranger rants his life out to the bartender just doing her job' trope. She probably got that enough from most of the guys who came through here to drink their woes away.