Jake, unchallenged by any of the staff or the odd patrons, made his way up to a comfortably empty spot at the bar and he scanned the mix of familiar and very strange-looking bottles.<br/>“Could I trouble someone for an old fashioned and a Red Hook ESB?” he said, loud enough to be heard, but not deliberately talking over anyone.<br/>He wasn’t planning on getting too drunk, as he was in unfamiliar surroundings, but he needed those drinks.