"Sure thing." The barkeep was familiar with Draco and what his usual preferences were. Because of that, the pub gave Draco a small sense of comfortability, he was known but not closely. Known enough that the people around him knew he didn’t like to be bothered. They somehow knew that he would like to wash away his pain and leave his worries outside the building while he watched the wizards around him live their lives, alone in peace.