Greg couldn't help but to inspect the mug instead of consuming its liquid content. This design was something he had not encountered before, neither in his home state nor along the many routes he had already traveled in his life. With curiosity in his eyes, he consumed the beverage. It was so quick that one could raise the suspicion that he had done this because now he could turn and twist the copper mug without any restraint. Indeed he did.

A band started to play, something he either had missed right from the beginning or while he had been sitting here with his face turned away from the main room behind him. It didn't reduce the pleasant effect of music overlaying the increasing amount of chatting going on. The bar clearly was filling up. Instinctively, Greg started humming and subtly seesawing with his feet in alignment to the rhythm.

"No thanks I..." The blonde was disrupted by a rather worrying creaking noise emanating from beneath him. Now that he had changed his posture the old wooden chair was strained even more than before. "I don't want anything else, thank you."