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[b]A younger man walks in and sits[/b]
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[b]He ignores him. [/b]
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[b]He fiddles with his smart watch, then starts looking at a picture[/b]
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[b]Curious, he looks over [/b]
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[b]It is a picture of a man and a woman holding a baby The man has hair and a nose similar to whose shoulder you look over now The woman has similar eye color, and dimples, same as the youngster, who is smiling He looks over, however, and the picture vanishes from the screen[/b] [i]Can I help you[/i]
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"That's not possible, helping a madman like me. Just some advice; you don't want people seeing shit like that, don't open it in a bar"
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[i]Right Who are you?[/i]
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"That's not important" [b]He says, returning to his drink[/b]
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[i]Those who say that have a tendency to be important[/i]
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"I am important, just don't feel like speaking"
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[i]Hmph[/i] [b]He orders a whiskey[/b] [i]You seem interesting[/i]
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"Ah, to some maybe"
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[i]Just don't kill an innocent and we'll be fine[/i]
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"Too late" [b]He jokingly says, but truthfully[/b]
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[b]He gives you a double take, then hopes you are joking[/b] [i]Right....[/i]
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[b]He continues drinking[/b]
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[i]Know of a way to make a few bucks?[/i]
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"Kill drug dealers, join a gang, become a merc, hell if I know"
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Sawyer walks by, sits down and orders 10 shots of whiskey, on the rocks and extra-hard. He downs then in seconds.
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[b]He ignores, as he's seen much worse in his day[/b]
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Sawyer orders at least 20 more and downs them a bit faster. A crowd starts to gather.
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[b]He continues ignoring; he's a Texan, this is normal[/b]
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His tab is now drowned by hundreds of dollars as he drinks 50 more, not looking hammered in the slightest.
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[b]He finishes his drink, walking out[/b]
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Sawyer shoots the bartender inbetween his eyes and walks out after JT. "Sorrows drownethed in drinks of the Devil."