Brotherhood Bar-Talks

[McNeo]

Montoya traveled up to the Entrance of the bar, and peered inside silently. To his surprise, it was empty, apart from Pedro Alonso, the bartender. As Montoya decided to enter, a comically placed roll of tumbleweed... tumbled across the bar floor.

As Pedro turned his head to face the Elder, he noticed that the man beholding him was a few feet short of his maximum height. Under him, two wheels and a seat. A wheelchair.

As Pedro was about to start conversing, Juan interupted:

"Yep, Im fine. No, Im not going to try to commit suicide again. Yep, I'd like some Beer please. No, I don't need help. Yes, Ill be out of this chair in no time. Nope, I am not going to do something stupid, and yes, I am here to stay. Any more questions Pedro?"

'Err... yeah... what do you want with that beer?'

"*sigh*. Your wit hasn't changed Pedro. Not a bit."

Juan turned away on his wheelchair and moved slowly, over to the closest table. Lifting one of the chairs and placing it out of the way, he waited a little for Pedro to bring his drink over.

'Special treatment ONLY for today, Elder.'

"Yeah, I get it hermano.... and thanks."

After a while, so deep in thought, Juan didn't notice the figure at the door.