I notice a rough looking man walking past me (I am thinking bartender) holding two glasses, and a bottle. I nod my head as he passes. I take of my shades, and slid them into my black leather coat pocket. As I stand there scanning the room I notice the bartender leaving two glasses, and a bottle of what I assume is whiskey at a table. I see a man sitting there in a dark cowboy get up. I make my way to the bar as the bartender looks over with a weird glance. I lean on the bar *The man sitting at the table with the long black duster he wouldn't happen to go by the name of Bill would he?* The bartender turns to me after putting a few bottles away. *Depends are you Loyd?* I catch a slight smirk on the corner of my lips. *Thank you sir I will leave you to your business.* A slight squeak comes about as my black combat boots twist on the floor. I walk on over to the table. *Bill? My name is Loyd I hope your wait was not too long.*
