Frowning at the noise the couple had made, Cole looked back down at his journal. Of course there would be drunks. He had forgotten how deep some people would get into their alcohol. He touched his mug, only to find that his coffee was now cold. Clicking his tongue in frustration, he took another note in his journal.
"And here's to you, arse holes!" someone shouted.
Cole stiffened. In his mirror, he could see quite clearly, that the man held in his hand a bright green drink. That was the signal. He was to follow. Unsure of what to do just yet, he glanced around the bar, to see if anyone else would follow him into the back room.