It's strange to him, being in a new place, when he's lived his entire life in Brennan or Houston (except for that nine-month stretch which can't really be considered "living outside of Brennan or Houston".) It's even stranger not having anyone here that he knows; he'd kept in touch with Boots, gone into business with Shawn, gotten involved with Jessie. He's even been back in touch with Jackson lately, although it wasn't under the circumstances any of them would have preferred.

He's only been here a few days, not long enough to need to work yet, though he has been exploring his options. Which means a lot of traveling between all of the islands, talking to anyone he comes across. He's gotten a few offers, luckily, but hasn't decided yet which one he wants to accept.

At the end of each long day, he stops in a bar for a drink or two, a different one each day. To find one he likes. Tonight he's found himself in the Fine Bottle Ale House, on a stool at the bar. "Can I get a pint of something?"