"Not yet," Dean said as he threw another casual glance around the room. People were his job and he had already scanned the bar for anything of amusement, or any familiar faces. He knew the bloke at the far end of the bar was a wizard, some poor bastard who was down on his luck from the ministry, but they hadn't acknowledged one another beyond a quick meeting of the eyes. The guy would no doubt forget even seeing him, as deep into his cups as he already appeared to be.

Sipping pensively at his whiskey, Dean tried not to make a face. He really had become a snob and this was terrible. Good for getting drunk, which he wasn't sure was the goal yet, but he wouldn't put it out of the question either. "What do you suppose he's in for?" Dean motioned to a different guy, already nearly falling off his stool a couple of tables down.