*His shoulders hunched, he sat silently in the corner of the small pub, staring at the piss ass beer he refused to drink. What the fuck was with Europeans that they couldn't chill a damn beer? Shit tasted like piss on the best day, you needed it cold to take some of the misery away if you were drinking the cheap shit. He'd bought one to blend though, cause when you were undercover, you tried not to draw attention. Asking for ice in Europe was basically screaming "OUTSIDER" at the top of your lungs.*