Crawford's head jerked around at the question. Blue eyes searched over the man's face, with only the vaguest hint of recollection. Could this be the guy? He didn't look like someone who could have left him in such a state. That did fit the whole "not what he expected" mold, but so did the lady in the purple leopard jacket with skin as fresh and smooth as dried meat.

"Am I banned?" he growled, turning to give just a nod to the bartender as his drink arrived. "You gonna tell this is your fuckin' territory or some shit?" It wouldn't be the first time for either thing. "I drink where I want, and there ain't nothin' gonna stop me."

He didn't know if he wanted this guy to be the one he was looking for or not. He wanted to find the guy, sure. But he also wanted to prove that this was just a funk, that it wasn't just about a person. Because it could pass without ever finding him, and that would prove it all.

Really, he just wanted things to go back to the way they were.