[Adam walked to the pub, wearing a nice pair of slacks and a button up shirt. This might be the last time he would see Elle, he wanted to look nice. He looked her over, eyes lingering on her cleavage for a moment too long.]

You look nice. Well, come on in.

[He pushed open the door to the pub, looking around. It was...different, now that he wasn't here as an inmate. He walked to the bar, taking the pub in.]

What can I get you?