Lou didn't even notice when the nervous fellow entered the bar. He was lost in his thoughts. When the man talked to him, Lou almost jumped in his seat. Instead, he looked up at the guy, releasing small puffs of blue smoke while he talked.
"I'm sorry, friend, I'm no street corner dealer. I deal with tons, not in... " - the guy was in really bad shape. Looked like orange withdrawal. Lou turned to the bar - "Moe, bring my guitar case, will'ya?" - looked back to the man in front of him - "Well, kiddo. Sit down. I will get you something. Don't want you dying on my brand new bar... So, tell me your story. What happened to your ship? Oh, and by the way, how did you get here withot one?"
