The Duane Lee Chapman Memorial Bar and Grill, Sheffield Station; "Sniffer" Martinez, proprietor

[Dashiell]

Raya walks in. first time ever he comes to this place.

"I don`t know you lad." says the bartender

"first time here. never knew this place. heard that the Dogs frequent this place."

"indeed they do... you looking for a job then mate?"

"hm? nah. I`m already with the S/D."

"well, that`s a suprise. you don`t like an ace really"

"I`m not. I`m a moving target, distraction most of the time"

the bartender laughs

"well, it can`t be all that bad. otherwise you wouldn`t be standing here lad"

"huh. yeah... guess that makes sense. sort of anyway"

"how about a drink then?"

"got something without alcohol? I`m having enough trouble not crashing when I`m sober, let alone when I get smashed"

"how about a glass of milk? or some limonade?"

the bartender laughs again

"sure... limonade sounds good. gimme one with a stawberry flavour"

the bartender stops laughing.

"eh, you serious?"

"yeah, I am"

"ok... here ya go"

"don`t I get a straw with that?"

"I don`t have straws, you smartass"

"No straws? what a dump. reminds me of my Molly days"

the bartender walks away angrily

Raya looks around

"man, this REALLY is a dump. how very S/D"

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