Richard Winters / Band of Brothers / Bar
When this particular soldier walks in, it's with a slight limp. You won't catch him complaining, but he isn't entirely pleased about it, either.
He's not supposed to be on the heel for long (luckily for him, it wasn't a straight-up shot, but ricochet following the taking of Carentan), so instead of heading straight to the bar, he takes one of the tables closest to the door. He's in a better state of personal hygiene than he usually is, which means his red hair doesn't look as greasy (or as brown) as it could be, and the amount of dirt on his face is (relatively speaking) negligible.
After waving over one of the waitrats, he's soon set up with a glass of water.
Thank God for the end of the universe.
ETA: LATER THAT DAY ... BELLATRIX LESTRANGE / HARRY POTTER / BAR
There's a woman seated not at a table but on it, her wand out, chin resting in the palm of one hand as she levitates a glass cup (with water in it) for her own amusement.
Of course, an actual person would be optimal, but she hasn't yet crossed that line in the bar yet.