Joseph pulled up a stool at the bar, and ordered himself the usual: Death Watch Whiskey. As he drank, his scare started to tingle, signaling that he'd need to change them, causing him to grimace. The constant pain was unbearable, and though it'd be much easier to just not change them, Joseph would rather be clean, then comfortable. The scars also reminded him that he was still alive, which was what he needed, more than anything.