Vinstrom Johnston
) Vinny (
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In the background, a small table of haggard looking drunks all burst out laughing. The drunkard at the bar drooped and fled back to his table as the others continued laughing and having a jolly time at their friend's expense. The drunkard slammed his head on the table, then promptly passed out.
Vinny watched the drunkard get denied for the third time this week and mildly chuckled to himself as he downed the last of his whiskey. "Poor Yagger. Old fool never could get a girl," he whispered to himself. Vinny then looked over the bar to see what regulars were about and if anyone was doing something stupid that needed taking care of. As usual, it was quiet. Information brokers in the back corner, the drunkards with Yagger in the center, and the new girl. There were others, but he didn't bother to note them.
The bartender returned with the slice of bacon and noticed that Yagger had fled. "Hah! Denied again I see. Third time this week. I'd have to say the more odd thing is that there's been three people he bothered to ask about." The bartender ate the slice of bacon and returned to washing glasses. Never could keep them clean, but that was no reason to leave them dirty. Drinks never tasted good with another's spit in it.