Adrian Morton was disappointed. Very disappointed.
"Jeeze"he muttered to himself while taking his sunglasses off and placing them infront of him on the bar"Reynard could have tried a little bit harder."
He sighed slightly and looked around the room, rubbing his chin, complete as it was with fashionable stubble and manly jaw-line.
'This place needs livening up'he thought to himself as he turned to the barmaid, Ivana.
"Hey Ivana"he flashed a charming grin momentarily"A few things are gunna have to change around here. First, Voss is gunna stop drinking that panzy Firewater, get him a Houston Blueshine, and don't skimp on the anti-freeze. Second, we need music, people dancing on the tables and we also need this to be slightly less of a damned sausage-fest. Call up Megan."
