He ambles up to the bar, ordering a beer and parking at the bar itself. There's a crowd, which isn't such a bad thing, but this crowd looks fairly local. Which means he stands out.

Or maybe he just gives off a vibe, because the trouble makers sure latch onto him as soon as he has his glass in hand.

"Don't recognize ya."

A heavy sigh makes his shoulders droop, and he wonders if this has always been his life. Knowing the luck he has, it has. Maybe that should be reassuring but right now it's real fucking annoying, just like this guy coming up to him to show off for his friends. He decides to ignore him.

"Yo, you look at someone when they're talking to you."

Rolling his eyes, he downs the beer and turns to face this idiot. One of those tough guys. One who immediately turns ghost white when he sees Yuri's face.

"Aw, shit, nevermind man."

That's...new. Yuri gives the guy a baffled look as he scrambles away, clear out the door before he has a chance to say anything. He blinks a few times, then glances around the room. There's a few people staring - old bartender pretending to clean a glass, a lady with blonde...white? Hair. Glaring at him?

That's what he's used to. Usually from the men, though.

Shaking his head, he turns back to the bar. Maybe he should chase after the guy, but he's fricken tired. Can't he just have a night? A day?

Cursing to himself, he slams a bill down on the counter and takes off after the weirdo. He's gonna get some answers at least.