*Corwynn shuffles in, bleary-eyed, and looking at his toes. He stops in front of the door to the men's restroom.*
I think I'll just have a whiskey sour tonight, Russ.
*Waits a few moments, and upon getting no responses, finally looks up and snaps out of it.*
Oh, hello. Looks like I entered the wrong door. Sorry for the interru-
*Gets a whiff of the fresh coffee*
Say, is that coffee? And brownies too!
*Grabs a generous helping of each and sits down, sipping and munching contentedly. After a few minutes, he finally notices everyone in the establishment is staring at him.*
Oh, hi everyone. Name's Corwynn. Nice establishment, this.