If there was anywhere Sal was sure he could feel at least a little bit normal, it was in a bar. He'd traveled a fair amount in his line of work, and he always felt a relief from any culture shock he might experience once he found a place that served alcohol. Maybe it was the alcohol itself that relieved the tension. It didn't really matter either way, did it?

This bar wasn't exactly the sort of place he would've gone in his old life.... Maybe this Stefan person went here all the time. The music playing over the speakers didn't trigger any memories, though. And the machinery of the place definitely didn't.

Well, maybe it'd seem more welcoming to him after a few drinks. He put on a smile and went to sit at the bar. After nearly a week of feeling lost and out of place, he needed desperately to relax. Not to mention, he hardly ever went this long without imbibing something to loosen him up.