--14:38 pm. Tuesday--

The rain had been falling for hours, the heavy drops pattered loudly against the pub's windows. With a bit of force, Scotland managed to push open the large wooden door and made his way inside. He was immensely glad to be somewhere warm and dry after the little walk he decided to take ended up in shower. His gaze lingered on himself for a moment. Hell, he looked like a mess: His coat and shirt clung uncomfortably to his body like a second skin, his hair sticked to his face and he probably smelled like a wet dog. Yeah. This little adventure definetly wasn't one of his best ideas, he had to admit, but now he was already here so he could as well just make the best out of it.

By now his clothes were dry again. He was seated at the bar, having a light hearted conversation with the barman. Occasionally he raised his beer mug to his lips, either taking a single sip or drowing the whole thing. He was not drunk.... just a bit tipsy?