It had been a while since Joseph had left the island, and he'd gotten used to the faster lifestyle of the mainland. Perhaps a little too well, but it didn't bother him that much. A part of him asked if he moved on from the deaths of his family and friends a bit too quickly... after all, it hadn't even been a year yet. Did he even care? Did he mourn adequately for the dead? 

As far as Joseph was concerned, it was better to forget these things and move on. Dwelling on the past usually led to inaction, depression. He didn't want to be a useless piece of trash. His work as a mechanic helped him avoid that fate. Fixing machines granted him a purpose in life, and helped focus his mind on something productive. And now, Joseph might be able to fight again. He made the mistake before, he wouldn't do it again. 

Walking into the inn, Joseph found it almost empty. There was someone in the corner, probably being the dark, moody, "I was born in the darkness" type, but the bar was populated by two people. One was a female, long haired, copper blondish. The other was a male, with long, flowing white hair. Seems like he was a bit early, or didn't get the memo that the meeting was canceled. Taking a seat at the bar, he ordered some whisky. The bartender gave him his simple drink within seconds, and Joseph took a few sips. He looked 21, and they never actually really checked ID, so it was their loss. The two at the bar seemed to be striking up their own conversation, so he ignored them for now.

Joseph gestured to the figure in the back. "Yo Ms.Mystique! No need for ya to be all the way back there. Meeting's over here. I'll buy you a drink too, so pretty please?"