Blake had finished a rather good if not slightly tipsy rendition of some classic musical song that had been in the karaoke catalogue. He's pleased with the performance and always rather enjoys singing for people -- and he's good at it so that's a bonus. It's probably the most relaxing thing that he does and one of the few activities that he allows himself time for now and then outside of work.

He makes his way off the stage and toward the bar to get a new drink while his friends... coworkers... waited in a table off to the side. This particular bar was frequented often by government employees and tended to be an off-limits zone for partisan things and most things that happened in the bar stayed in the bar so he felt relaxed and not quite as on guard as he tended to be in public.

"A white russian," he ordered when the bartender turned his attention onto him.