The bar that Charles was in was pretty packed, but that didn't matter to him. People claimed that he was a terrible artist and that he couldn't draw, so he had no money since nobody would buy a painting or even a portrait from him. So, he wanted a drink, probably multiple.

He had just wandered around, looking for men, or weomen, to buy him drinks, only one or two actually did. He approached one person who seemed to be mostly by themself, standing beside the other quietly for a moment before giving them a friendly smile and nod.

"Hey, you should buy me a drink, mon ami."