'Phone rings'

I look down to realize its my grandma calling from PH, I hesitate to answer as we never got along, I pick up anyway thinking it may be an emergency..

'in a raspy rude tone' "pops has died, his old ass left you the bar, if you don't want to move sell the shit I always hated you, him and that bar anyway" 'dial tone'

Of course I wasn't going to sell the bar, pops was like my father, he introduced me to the streets, he is why I am the person I am today, I guess I'll take the flight to PH.

I get to PH and I'm cleaning up the bar, while having a drink, and in walks a buff man, full of tattoos a little scary looking, I look to him and let him know pops has died the bar is closed, he turns and says 'you must not know who I am, I am Striphe and your going to pour me a damn drink'

I don't question him, I just pour the damn drink with a little fear... 

We sit and talk for hours, about everything going on in PH, at this point I've realized if I wanted someone from the streets here to look up to, its going to be him. I turn to him in a solemn voice, and ask how he would feel about me joining his family...

It takes him a few minutes as he's gazing out the bar window at the mountain views, he finally turns to me and says 'well kid, *points up at one of the mountains over to the west* You see that mountain over there? We must slowly work our way up it. See as a new kid here, you appear suspicious and there is not much to judge you on from your past behaviors. Like a lot of people here are known and they can usually be vouched for, but since pops can't vouch for you, you'll have to climb your way to the top'

'gazing out the window at the mountain, 'It's going to be a long slow climb, but I'm totally in'

Striphe with a stern voice ' Welcome to the family kid, goodluck'

*staggers out the door and vanishes into the sunlight*

welcome Meyer, its nice to meet you..

With a sad face, Yeah I lost a lot of good people in said war... hopefully its all over with.

But anytime you need a good drink and a peaceful night, your welcome here *point at bar stool closes to the bar*

Im glad you came in and had a drink and a chat.. I look forward to doing it again soon..

*Smiling, going back to wiping glasses*

Walter has his car come to a stop outside what seems to be a bar. Warm light spills out from the windows, but there doesn't appear to be quite the crowd one might expect from a bar at this hour. Could simply be it's the middle of the week, because that matters.

Silently, he gestures to the door, his men moving for the car door as Walter made to step out onto the street. One deep inhale of crips evening air and he was moving for the door to the quaint establishment. Upon walking through the door, he was pleasantly surprised to find there were a few patrons enjoying casual conversation over glass filled tables, clearly enjoying a night of relaxation. He couldn't help but smile as he resumed his smooth stride to an empty bar stool. He knocked on the counter as he took a seat, scanning the wall behind the bar.

"Well then, what's the house special....." His voice trailed off as his gaze locked onto DaisyMontana. "Now there's a face I hadn't quite expected to run in to." A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth as he gestured at the bar.

"This your place?" 

Its a slow night at the bar, as usual, pops really let this place go I think to myself, well at least the regulars are still coming in to remember him, I love this place so I'm going to do my best to keep it afloat...

The night is getting gloomier, I decide why not step outside enjoy a nice cigar and the breeze. Outside there is nothing but peace, a quiet street, a beautiful grey sky, the moon shining just a little light down from its half crescent, I'm glad pops trusted me with what he loved the most in life, I just wish I would see some friendly faces through here, makes me miss home not having anyone to trust in or talk to, as my face saddens I head back inside.

Taking a few orders down, I head to the bar and start making the drinks, hearing that ice crack when the liquor hits it will always be the best part to me a nice crisp cold drink, always served with a smile from me. I get so busy, between my thoughts and making drinks I lose focus for a minute, that's when I hear a slight knocking on the bar...

I look over I see Walter with a grin on his face, man could I leap into his arms right now, I think to myself. It feels so good to see a familiar face for a change, he says "what's the special", of course a cranberry and vodka, over a nice chunk of ice I respond while pouring it for Walter, handing him the drink with the cold air coming off, so cold you can see it, asking how have you been, you have no clue how good it is to see you, I immediately start talking without even giving him time to answer I realize I'm telling him my whole life story and he just sits taking sips and listening, I chuckle and tell him I'm sorry, drinks on the house Walter for listening to my crap, he smiles that shit eating grin, and still plays down a twenty dollar bill, still the same Walter, so kind...

Its last call, and I know Walter is still here so we can catch up a little bit, I walk over to him, hand on his stool, and tell him a Saturday night is a little more lively in this old bar, that's when all the youngins come in for drinks, I would love to know how you have been and catch up some more, sitting down next to him at the bar for a split second, I ask, do you wanna step outside and catch a smoke with me?