He was getting antsy. It'd been too long since Colton had reported back to him on the comings and goings of the Jabberwockies, and the Lieutenant was beginning to wonder if something might have happened to the young man. But he's never been one to panic; he's bean dealing with the scum of Stronghold for too long to know that things would ever go easy. Still... It did encourage him to come up with a new, unique punishment for the boy once he did finally show his face on Heath's doorstep again.
He needed something to get his mind off of... Recent events.
So he did the only thing he knew how to do: go to a higher end establishment where it wasn't unusual to see Military lurking in their time off, yet was also a place that the Jabberwockies tended to visit as well. Heath clearly didn't know how to properly slow down, seeing as how he currently sat at a bar in a high end casino, twirling a lone finger around the top of his whiskey glass — staring, observing, the crowd around him. Every now and then he'd take a sip to blend in, but he wanted to keep his wits about him should he spot anything suspicious.
He'd been there for a couple hours now, occasionally wandering around, but always returning to the same spot at the bar.