After a week finally finished of his secular work, Kal decided to hit a new bar he wanted to try a little early before the week's end crowd showed up and took all the decent seats. It was called the Red Rabbit or something along those lines over on J street. Not conveniently near his home, but it was a good idea to eat around town and spread his face around less people track down his "comfort" zone and where his sanctum lie...Easy...not everyone is after me. No one in this town even knows I exist yet, let alone what I am. This isn't Tac... Shaking the name out of his head and taking a deep breath Kal ordered a double Bushmills and a glass of water while looking through the menu. That was one thing he refused to change, his drink of choice. If someone could track him down by that alone he deserved to be caught.