Blue's Cantina

And here he is... someplace not home, not the cafe, not the hospital.

He wandered over to the bar, looking around, then leaning his cane against a chair as he got up on his, looking at the young, spritely girl behind the counter.

"Have a beer," he said. She blinked, then nodded.

"Here you go," she said, handing him his drink. "This is Logan's Cantina, by the way," she said, noting his look. He blinked, then nodded and shrugged, handing over the money.