Steve didn't mind the dive nature of the bar. This wasn't the sort of place that he normally frequented but it wasn't like his normal place was especially ritzy or fancy. Sean was right about the fact that no one here seemed to mind or care who he was, which was nice.

It wasn't that he minded the fame, although at times he would have preferred anonymity. But it was nice to just be able to have a drink with Sean and have no one care.

"A booth is just fine," he said, gesturing toward where a booth sat open in the corner. It had a good view of the bar and the exits were easy to get to. Some habits died hard and even if Steve didn't always want trouble he tried to be prepared for it.

"And this way we won't miss anything about how we can turn our gold into cash if we need to."