Most people here are regulars. You get to know them, how they like their drinks, things about them, like a little community. He's a new face however. And a stoic one at that. He also looks like he really doesn't want to be here, the man does not look like a drinker. His broad shoulders are tense and he eyes the spirits on the wall behind you as you approach him. Oh yeah, he doesn't drink. There's a brief pause and then he speaks, his voice low, flat. House vodka, no ice. Please.