Fane slowed after a while; his parched throat was just begging for refreshment. He waved off offers to buy him drinks and slid back into his seat beside Axel. He needed a break, and the sweat glistening on his skin proved that. As he waited for the bartender's attention, Fane shrugged off his vest, put his hat on the bar, and loosened his dress shirt by a few buttons so he could breathe easier.

Once a bartender glanced his way, Fane lifted a hand and his voice. "Water, please." He wasn't going to touch his beer again after leaving it on the counter unattended. Besides, water would be far more refreshing.

The maager took a few good shugs out of the water bottle the bartender gave him, before turning to Axel. "I'm surprised you haven't set foot on the dance floor yet."