You need a drink.

"A drink, something strong."

He gives you a smirk before responding.

"You look like you need it."

As he begins to pour the drink from a bottle under the counter, you feel like you're able to let go for the first time since you entered the 'zone, despite the difficulty of your situation. Everything has just been one nightmare after the next, and now you're finally back in your element. A quiet bar with a server who does what you ask and doesn't ask awkward questions.

He places the drink in front of you, and moves on to serve somebody else. Something about this situation makes you cautious, but you can't quite put your finger on what.