Nelson's

[Benjamin]

Dave Pajo, the young entrepeneur from Houston, walks into the bar. He has eschewed the strange brown padded sashes most junkers are fond of in favour of a suit. This controversial move, he feels, makes him look dynamic. Like a guy in a suit. Which he is.

"Sup Will?"

Will knew this gallant stranger, because he was not a stranger at all. But he was still gallant. He was not a stranger because he had been to the bar before. In the past.

"A bit far from Texas aren't yer, Dave?"

Will was a sharp man, and nothing slipped by him.

"Yeah yeah, emerging markets man you know, money to be made for a smart businessman. Economy all stirred up by the war dogg."

Dave was brushing off his question by feeding him some business jargon he liked to spout to sound knowledgeable. Will nodded, wishing to also appear knowledgeable.

"Yo Will, didn't I just see McMillan come in here man? Coulda sworn I clocked that guy a minute ago."

"Uhhh...."

Will was paralysed into inaction. Dave raises an unimpressed eyebrow before continuing.

"Look man, just tell him to hit me up sometime, wanna talk to him."

Will stared somewhat blankly at Dave. Dave sighed.

"....and a beer."

Quick as a flash, Will sprung to life and served Dave a very unremarkable pint. If there's one thing Will can do, it is serve mediocre beer in a mediocre bar with mediocre service.

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