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| havoc in a bottle... | Started by: dynamite on Oct 23, '07 02:23 |
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*The Chicago airport was intimidating. There were people everywhere. All kinds of people. He quickly walked out to the streets and found the nearest, smallest, and friendliest looking pub he could find.* He looked around the bar, looking for a friendly face but finding none. The bar was mildly crowded, but only a few patrons were at the bar itself. Most had secluded themselves in the dimly lit booths in the back. A single disheveled guy sat at a table in the middle of the room. The man's table was crowded with empty glasses. In a back corner booth a man observed him walk in. "A scotch please, bartender, and make it a triple." Without even a word the man poured the drink and put it on the bar. "Say, I'm new in town, but I have some friends that might be around. I can't recall her name, but she was very confident and I think she had dark hair. I am very sure, however, that she carried a large gun. You wouldn't by any chance know somebody like that?" "No. I don't admit associating with anyone like that, and I sure as hell wouldn't tell a punk like you.", the bartender said. His mood suddenly quite nasty. *He decided it was best to move away from the surley bartender, so he layed a $100 on the bar and asked for the finest bottle of scotch in the house. He headed towards a table in the middle of the room and poured himself a drink. Slowly tasting it. He was sure it wasn't the best, but it was pretty good for an angry bartender. A couple of hours passed. Customers came and went. Nobody seemed to take notice of him slowly draining his bottle of scotch, one shot at a time.* |
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