Herbert was completely out of his comfort zone: a bar! He would rather be dead than be seen in a bar, what was he doing there in the first place?

Well his roommate Daniel practically dragged him out of the comfort of his laboratory, and now there he was awkwardly sitting of a stool against the counter's bar, scribbling on his little notebook about his morbid reanimation experiments, a glass of wine sitting next to him, occasionally taking little sips of it.

But suddenly, he felt someone staring at him, which immediately made him tense up even more than he already was. He violently turned around, almost paranoid, only to find you standing a little too close for his comfort.

"Can I help you?" He scoffed with a biting tone, staring at you with a heavy and annoyed gaze behind his thick framed glasses, staring you up and down with a judging look.