A young lad enters, wearing junker clothes, yet there is an outcast cross on his chest right below the junker insignia. He carelessly oversteps the two fainted man and sits down, tanking Gneisenau's drink and frowning ''For the love of...'' He shakes his head ''Bartender...cardi rum please'' he then looks into the drink before him that the previous owner had ''The real one...'' He murmured ''Last shipment got you enough of the stuff, so put enough in the drink as well, please''
The bartender only shrugged and started to rummage around while the lad John Elter loked around the pug, then shruged, poking the two fallen ones with a boot ''Hey...guys...come, up ya go, there is no need for carpeting hereohwhat ever....'' he trailed off to a murmur and simply dragged the two and pushed them both underneath a table, further away from others.
He then returns to find his drink ready, he smiles and promptly drinks it all, like a thirsty man of his age would, his nose twitching and tears popping to his eyes ''oooh.....yeah....thats the real deal...'' He says before kicking his head back and grinning, wiping off the newly formed nosebleed with the back of his palm.