The Drunken Junker

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Mike Hunt walks into the bar, looking around the large room at the activity going on around the place. He was tired from a long days work of hauling scrap and collecting his own little bit for some mechanic work he would do on his own later one. Scraps from carnage here and there were rare but possible to obtain... though hard to bring back at times.He pulls on his long beard, a bit of oil grease and rust on it but he didn't notice nor really care for that matter. It was just a little after all... nothing to worry about.

His lips crave for some good drink... he remembers mama's moonshine from his childhood... boy that was some good stuff down in the country side on Texas. He wonders if there is some here as well.

He scratches his head and looks around some more as he walks in. He heads to the bar counter and sits down at one of the empty stools looking up at the menu of drinks displayed. The bar tender walks over with a wondering eye, looking him over and Mike just nods and brushes his beard to the side, showing off the .:j:. symbol on his new shirt. He was proud to wear it and he showed it in his grin.

The bar tender nods, still wondering who he is but then walks over and asks if he can get anything for him.

"Ye I.. I like one o' dem drink ya got der on dem wall.... A bottl' o' moonshine there ye tender would do me something 'ere!" He nods and slides the credits on the table. The bartender nods and goes to fetch the drink.

Mike leans back a bit looking around. *Maybe der be some pr'ty ladies to chat to.* he thinks. He doesn't seen any around though and shrugs an -oh well- and looks around for someone to start a chat with.

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