Stede was forced to go to a bar with his work friends. Not that he was complaining, he didn't get out often, not with his social skills. But he really would have rather stayed home to journal and do things that adult nerds did.

But no matter how much he tried to weasel his way out of it, he wasn't able to resist the persistence of social pressures.

And now, here he was, in a place that was much too loud and hot and crowded and had too many drunk idiots. Stede was sitting in a booth, cradling his non-alcoholic drink which he had nothing of, and squinting through his thick glasses at the stained menu that was much too small and dark to read.

Geez, can't they make the text any bigger...? Stede thought to himself, sighing at his misery.