Easy: Matthew entered the bar. He was muscle-bound with a firm jaw and a confident stare. 'The Asian Superman' he recalled a drunk saying the last night. His nose twitched. Bars turned sane people into gibbering idiots. This bar was no exception. Hot, sticky, with a disgusting smell of musk, liquor, and other unpleasantry he didn't wish to consider. He would much rather be at home reading but he was here for a reason. He had to talk to someone. That someone was at the bar drinking his problems away.