Rand walked into the bar slowly, taking in the smell of alcohol amongst the room. Smells like home. He frowned at the thought, and continued on toward an empty table.
Having no knives made him nervous. The guard at the door had taken every single knife he had hidden, which made about nineteen.
"What can I get ya?" the bartender said as he walked by.
Rand jumped at first, then replied with a fake smile. "Whatever is cheapest!"
"Heh. That would be water, my friend."
He took his place at the table and looked around. Most of the people here looked as if they wanted to drown themselves in brandy. One person in particular caught his eye though; a man standing in the far corner, with a glass of vodka in one hand. Rand realized he was quite obviously staring at him, trying to make out his face. When the man lifted his head, he quickly turned to study the glass of water the bartender had placed before him.
"Enjoy."
"Yeah... yeah I suppose."
After he paid the bartender, Rand nearly choked when he realized the shadowy figure was walking toward him.
