Samuel had caught wind of the Central Park Summer Festival throughout the city. Those kind of carnivals never really where something that he found himself partaking in. The cliche came around his part of town too often back home and with a new life on the horizon here in New York, Stokes wasn’t going to be found at the little fair without proper reason. Instead he could be found at Strange Brew, preparing for a shift or making small talk with those who frequented the bar before he began his shift.
This night he was off the clock however, and yet he still found himself preferring the atmosphere of the Brew rather than a focal point like the Festival. He stood off to the back by himself sipping on a glass of whiskey as he observed the area around him. This process went on, as he sipped the glass for a few more minutes before returning to the bar to order another drink. Resting his forearms against the bar mat upon the counter top, setting the empty glass down as he nodded nonchalantly for another round.
