( Screw it, I'm starting in the bar too! )

Wendel, having ran away from home a few hours ago, was now wandering Manhattan. He actually didn't think this through, he'd be easily spotted. After evading everyone on the streets for pretty much a few minutes, he stumbled upon the bar which probably everyone is in. Seeing an opportunity to hide and supposedly get a drink and a meal, he'd slowly enter.

" Is this a place where I can get a meal? " He asked as he approached the counter(?). " Also, maybe a bottle of booze and such? " He didn't sound serious as he said the last one.