With the place buzzing up, Hex couldn't shake the frontier vibe* the place was giving - he was already wondering how many carried heat and where would he more likely find a double-cylinder when the green eyed maid brought his order.
At least service was good.
- "Thank you."
Shaking thoughts out of his mind, he slid a credstick over the table. It had more than enough for the bottle, the coffee and a decent tip for her. As the top of the gin bottle went off, serving himself a decent dose, he heard the complicated order come up by his side.
- "Can't say I heard that one before." - He said to the man lighting up the cigarette, not turning face.
