After having left his sister up to her own devices - because clearly she was mature and not at all a risk to her personal reputation (as was noted by her expunged, juvenile record) - he made his way to the Moonshiner. He felt kind of out of place in his current outfit but for the moment, at least, put it off. At least, he'd had the decency to go home and shower before reemerging into the light of the public. He sat at the counter, looking more like a wannabe lumberjack than the renowned lawyer that he was. Shrugging the thought off as best as he could, he ordered himself a shot of something strong and shitty.