there is a sudden realization steven has once late at night, that he doesn’t spend enough time out. he is not sure how that comes about, and why he suddenly decides that falling alseep with his face buried in books on a regular basis after getting home from work is no longer as fun as it was, but it happens. and so he’s here, only sort of feeling like a loser sitting alone, but, hey, baby steps, right? in truth, the main reason he’s here is the name, because as soon as he sees something named in regard to mythology of some sort, he’s all over it. “excuse me,” he says, with an awkward wave directed towards the bartender. “let me just say how cool i think it is that you’ve named this place asgard? i mean not you, specifically,” he pauses, suddenly uncertain. “unless it was you. if it was, then great. if not, that’s also great, because my point still stands.” he goes quiet for a moment, realizing that the other probably couldn’t care less about what he has to say. “uh, you got any drink recommendations?”