Silent as a ghost Douwe entered the bar. He quickly made his way to the bar, hung his leather coat over a stool and sat down. He signed to the bartender, who was busy at that point with another guest and he took the time to glance around the bar and to take note of anyone inside. Not that he was expecting any trouble, he just liked to know where and with whom he was.
The bartender suddenly stood in front of him and looked at him, eyebrow raised.
"One scotch alstublieft, no ice and do you got any cigarettes?" He said whilst looking to her.