Austin walked into the bar, taking in the sight. The place was fairly crowded but he spied an empty table toward the back. He wasn't feeling anti-social exactly... just cautious. The last time he came through Manhattan, he got jumped by pirates shortly afterward. He'd given up the trader's life but the instincts were still strong in his gut.
Austin told himself he preferred to just watch the patrons a while before he bellied-up to the bar. Not quite true, perhaps but after two or three beers he just might believe it.
He waved a server over to his table. "The blackest Rheinland you got at room temperature." He had been raised in the Texas system but as a trader, he'd run the Cambridge-New Berlin route long enough to develop some exotic tastes. The server wanted to know if he wanted some food with the beer but Austin needed to let his stomach settle a bit first so he waved them off. "No, the beer will be fine for now, thank you."
