He'd noticed a certain someone who was on the other extreme of the spectrum. While the Garrett preferred to steer clear of mind-altering beverages, it was a mythical sight to see this guy sober. In fact, this man had been slamming glasses and asking for refills almost all evening, every evening. A little digging revealed an interesting fact.
The joke wasn't in the sorry state of this man, but that this certain someone, was actually the owner of the bar. The blonde assumed that this definitely contributed to the lack of patrons, he'd taken a few days to observe the sod anyways. It seemed the source of his woe wasn't the lack of customers in his bar, but the throng in the pub across the road... His alleged competition. Today, the demon-soul vessel intended on confirming his deductions. But as usual, he delegated the task of actually chatting the man up, to his trusted partner. She had a way with men, all men that weren't Vic anyways...