Barrier Gate Inn // All Welcome

[Gen]

The old timer's eye twitched dangerously. This young puppy had stepped on so many bounds already, waltzing into the old timer's local bar with a smug look hanging on his ugly face, hitting on the girls and finally forgetting to pay his respects to the locals even if with a simple nod.

And the last one was the drop that would overflow his full cup. Everyone knew the meaning of this, the young fool was challenging him to a duel of cigar pulling.

The ancient custom of cigar pulling required the duelers to pull their cigars as fast as they could, light it with their trusty lighters, and smoke on to the face of their opponents. The first one to do that won. Once challenged, there was no way out of it unless through death. If you refused, you'd be shamed for life, and your picture would be hanged on the inn's dart board until another fool came up and relieved you of your shame with his own.

The old man stood up, shaking with irritation. His friend tried to help him remain standing up, but the old man shoved him off, handed the walking stick to him as well. He knew he was old, but he was very determined to show everyone in the bar that he's not dead yet. He had something to protect, he had to defend his honor and the respect of the regulars.

"Ye'll regret this," he frowned to Dunn with his shaky weak voice, despite trying his best to sound strong. Everyone watched him with dead seriousness. He stepped firmly but very slowly closer to his opponent, his back bent forward.

He took off his lighter and cigarette pack with lightning quick speed --which made a few in the audience let out sudden gasps-- then handed them to the barmaid for inspection. "They used to call me Gary the Firefingers... Heh heh," he proudly claimed.

"It looks alright," the barmaid said, having flipped the lighter a couple times, and sniffed the cigar package. She handed them back to the old timer, who put them back on his belt with a flourish.

Afterwards, the girl walked over to the big man, extending her open palms, expecting to check his stuff for funny play as well.