It's the holiday season in the cosmos, no matter the Aeon they celebrate they all celebrate this time of year. Some people through gifts others through drinking and food.

It's late night in a bar, not many people are alone this time of year, but for Dr. Ratio he is, he leans over the bar nursing a glass of whiskey in his hand, the ice swirling around the glass as he sips from it.

It's not like he had family he knew of at least, he was a scholar and only really cared for his studys and theorys, but he was always reminded of his lack of familial connections this time of year, what was a man of his pride to do? Ask to hang around some people he knows but isn't close to? That would just be intruding on their familys.

"another round, please..."

He sighs slightly calling the bartender for another round as the bartender refills his glass for him, the bar door chimes As you walk in but he pays it no mind.