Jon, being the odd one out as usual, was at a bar not drinking. Why, you may ask? Well, he was observing people. Their mannerisms, their speech, everything about them. Jon could usually tell the type of person from just a glance in their general direction. The reason he was observing them was for a report he was doing about mental psychology and its effects with alcoholism. So far, he has gotten some funny interviews with an eccentric pair of drunkards, but nothing warranted of writing it down. "Damn," He said. Shaking his head. "This paper is not going to write itself..." He burrowed his hands into his face, stressing about this whole project.

Jon stood up, about to leave. But that was when a catalyst walked into the room. A catalyst that would change his entire life. This green haired man was asking about being in a room where you could not breathe. Jon's first thought was "Isn't that just clinical anxiety?" but everything seemed to unravel around him once Jon got to analyzing. This man knew more than he let on, and it was quite obvious (at least, to Jon). So, the beanie wearing detective-in-training decided to discretely follow the interesting man, gaining intel along the way. 

"Bartender, One scotch please, make it smokey and on the rocks please." Jon never drinks, but in order to blend into a bar, you need to have a drink.