The bartender laughs and waits for the song to finish. Changed, it has, hmm. Is it for better? Is it for worse? It's not for me to say, but at least now we have an actual administration. And one that can answer for any problems that troublemakers might bring to my bar. He then poured the woman her drink. That's the man.. He pointed at a middle aged guy sitting at a table with a young blondie. Name's Gypsie. Gypsie Skripto.As the jukebox turns to the next album, a new song starts.
