Hunter kept looking, and found something that was remotely interesting. A barmaid! If only he had seen one of those earlier, he'd have been able to avoid the bar. And order water without getting heckled. High-booted feet carrier him over to the cheerful barmaid, going and trying to press the tankard of alcohol to her stomach, quietly leaning over and saying "I can't stand this stuff; mind getting me some water? Just pour it in the same mug, aye?"...he might as well have it look like he was still drinking like a sailor, something he actually had quite a bit of experience doing but had not the least bit of interest in repeating.
