It was definitely going to be an alcoholic drink. Gus held his phone in his hand and tried his best to pull up a map. After a few futile swipes of his finger he groaned and turned to someone passing by to ask where the fuck a bar was.

Who said men couldn't ask for directions?

With directions he gestured towards the woman to follow and headed off at a quick pace. maybe he can do dishes for a glass of whiskey.