[Open RL Log; TFLN Pre-Virus]

It wasn't appropriate for the most powerful man in the world to get roaringly drunk in public, virus or no. That was why Reeve had limited himself to one dignified rye sour when he found himself in the bar.

Despite his caution, he soon felt the effects of the alcohol -- not overpowering and not unpleasant, either. He ordered another. Just one more. After all, what could be the harm? Smiling just a bit, he settled back into one of the chairs near the corner of the bar, observing the revelry surrounding him. Even though he, of course, had no intention of joining in.