[Ren's face almost goes as red as his hair, bless him, as he's questioned, green eyes widening as he realizes that, no, this isn't a self-serve bar.

[Fortunately, he's too mad about this scenario to cry.]

Sorry dude. Didn't see anyone there and thought it was self-serve.

[He eyes his glass with a faint look of misery, gives a very slight bow of his head, and goes back to the customer side of the bar to continue to address him. And takes another too-big sip of whiskey like it's water, and plops his head down on the bartop.]

Just let me wallow in my misery and woe for a few minutes. Complaining time now, answers and action and hangover later.

[He knows he's being dramatic. He knows it won't help. Let him be selfish for a little while, at least.]

If you spend your whole fucking life running from danger, thinking maybe you'll be safe this time, maybe this time you'll find happiness for real and ever, only to get mowed down like a blade of grass?? It really sucks, you know?? I'd cry if I wasn't so pissed off.

[He absolutely looks like he wants to cry. He doesn't, though, and just continues to sulk with his head on the table.]