Charles sat at the end of the bar, contemplating his vodka glass. Sighing, he brought the shot up to his mouth and tipped it back, narrowing his eyes slightly at the burn in his throat. His eyes wandered around the rest of the tavern as he waved to the bartender. The room was almost empty, it being Tuesday. He sighed, looking back at the bartender as he arrived. "Another shot of this, please." he said, only half paying attention. Sophia formed beside him, leaning her elbows on the bar. "You know, looking for company at a bar works better if you don't sit by yourself." Charles didn't answer, taking the new glass in his hands.