Mitch allowed himself to be pulled along, wishing he had a hat to hold to his head to complete the image. The place looked nice, and the prospect of a good time, even nicer. He didn't plan on having too much to drink tonight, however, to contrast the hard night he'd had the night before. Besides, someone had to be somewhat sober if Karaiyah planned in drinking. 

They entered the bar, a warm, welcoming place with a variety of sea-based decorations and smells. Mitch led Karaiyah to the bar and sat her down, ordering two large glasses of water. Before ordering anything that would cost any money, he asked, "So who's paying?" He thought back to his wallet and how thin it felt in his pocket. He probably had enough for a few drinks, but he wasn't sure.