Danny Tyler got out of the shower in his room, grabbing a towel and drying himself as quickly as he could. He'd underestimated the facilities it seemed; he'd expected a rusty tin of a bath and roaches in the sink. He grabbed his jeans and the ratty old Converses he kept meaning to throw out, finishing the dishevelled look with his favourite t shirt. On the front, the words<em>Read this while I stare at your tits</em>were spelled out in the style of an eye test. He hadn't checked his suitcase properly, but would be in for a shock if he did.<br/><br/>He was going to get the best out of this trip. The others were intent on traipsing around the castle all day, but he'd make sure to slip away into town. History was all well and good, he studied the damn thing, but you can't spend all day on it when you've got a place like Romania to explore. Eastern Europe was party town after the Russians fell, and he was going to get a piece of that action. He grinned at his reflection in the mirror, pausing briefly to run a single hand through his hair for the benefits of styling before heading down to the tavern.<br/><br/>"Oi oi! You miss me?" he said as he saw the others. He ordered a beer, some ultra strong Romanian lager, and sat down. "I like this, I was starting to worry there wasn't a pub here. Can you imagine?" He slouched down at the table, downing half of the beer in one. "Are those fireworks?" he asked, curiously.