Nelson's

[AJBeast]

A familiar figure strolls hastily through the bar's doors. It was Andrew Beast, sporting a black suit and a wine-colored tie. His look was diminished by how unkempt it was. Shirt tucked out, tie untied, tux unbuttoned. He looked as if he was just dying to get out of that outfit.

“Oi! McMillan! Long time no see!”- he said, raising his hand and giving off a warm smile, still walking towards the counter.-"I haven't heard from you since you packed and moved to the Sigmas."

Andrew threw himself onto the stool directly in front of McMillan and took a moment to eyeball the bar.

“This place 'ere reeks of dead! Ye ought ta give Nelson a smackin'!”- said he, setting his elbow onto the polished wooden counter, much to McMillan's dismay

“The smacking can wait. Right now I need to get this place up and running properly”- replied McMillan, looking down at Andrew's elbow, then suit, and back at his face.-”So, what's with the suit?”

“Had a meet-up with some independent contractor group, y'know, boring company stuff. He looked like the professional type so I dressed accordingly.”- he said, unleaning the elbow and tossing the tuxedo and tie onto the nearest stool.-”Been sitting on my ass for hours,could really use a drink...”

As Nelson went into the insides of the bar trying to unearth whatever it still held in stock Andrew turned and laid back onto the bar, looking at the TV. With the bar this empty there really wasn't anything better to do.