Temo had been visiting the same bar for as long as he could remember, though that was because he'd already had far too many drinks. He had really only been going to the bar for a couple of years, since he wasn't very old. It was a stupid place to be when one was young and pretty, too. It was very back-alley, and his risque appearance begged for any sort of trouble. He was openly flirting with people who obviously did not enjoy it, as well, but that was the sort of drunk that he was.