Well THIS has been a week. Calhoun is going to the bar, any of the faculty are free to join in if they please.

That being said, there are certainly good things that came out of all this, he thinks to himself as his horse clops up to the bar. He ties the lead to a parking meter, drops in a few quarters and straps on the feed bag before going inside. There are a couple strange looks as he makes his way to the door, but they're met with a simple tip of the hat.

He gets into the bar, sits down and orders a whiskey and a large plate of nachos.