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- Posted: Sun, 09 Dec 2012 21:43:28 +0000
The white-haired gunman slid gracefully onto a barstool, leaning lightly forward on the counter.
"A bottle of whiskey will do the job. Whatever is the most expensive should be fine. I don't need a glass, either." It took a lot for alcohol to affect him, even when he was drinking straight from the bottle. And money wasn't really an issue right now, either, so he could afford whatever she wanted for the whiskey.
Lazily, he glanced back at the other man who had entered the tavern, before turning his eyes back towards the lady behind the bar. So long as the man wasn't trying to kill him, he wasn't all that concerned about others in the building.
Of course, if he did try to kill him, it could be pretty amusing. But tonight probably wasn't a night for fighting.