Charles had roamed Aberdeen for a while, getting his thoughts straight. Driving had always put him at ease, allowed him to properly access what was happening around him and make calculated decisions. There was only one thing on his mind now: Getting drunk and stumbling out of the bar sometime past midnight. Of course, he would stash his keys in his boot... He could trust nobody to touch his beloved pickup while he slept the alcohol off in the cab.<br/><br/>He pulled up to the best bar in town... Well, one of the only bars in town, shutting down the truck and sliding the keys into his boot, between the sock and the leather. He climbed out and hopped down, self-consciously adjusting his shirt and mussing with his curly hair in the side mirror, before he headed to the front door.<br/><br/>Inside, the drone of music and the smell of cigarette smoke overwhelmed his keen senses... Though they were not unpleasant. He looked around the bar for a minute, not sure where to sit. Nobody was familiar to him... Those he did business in with town were not exactly barflies, and besides that, he was usually not a social creature, though tonight, Charles had that inkling to go and party. Finally, he decided to settle at the bar, ordering just a beer for now. The harder stuff could always come later, if the mood struck him.