Henry Spencer / Psych / Bar
It's been a long shift, since coming out of retirement and back into the SBPD they've all been long shifts - mostly running interference between his "psychic" son and Head Detective Lassiter, hopefully ensuring Shawn doesn't end up in prison. Exhausted, he'd changed out of his suit and into his favorite bright red Hawaiian shirt (complete with billiards hall print) and some shorts before heading out to the bar. He'd been a few times before, but still hadn't really gotten the hang of drinking in another dimension.
Commandeering a stool at one end of the bar, he kicks back to casually sip a double of scotch and watch some sport he's not particularly familiar with on the television as he keeps a casual watch on the patrons.
(ooc: Open to all regardless of canon, feel free to jump in. Promise he's not grumpy. This thread not related to any of his other threads as that's just a headache waiting to happen. Mun is new-ish. Response time may vary.)
Commandeering a stool at one end of the bar, he kicks back to casually sip a double of scotch and watch some sport he's not particularly familiar with on the television as he keeps a casual watch on the patrons.
(ooc: Open to all regardless of canon, feel free to jump in. Promise he's not grumpy. This thread not related to any of his other threads as that's just a headache waiting to happen. Mun is new-ish. Response time may vary.)