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Tobias Banks · 03-21-2012, 04:33 AM,

Tobias Banks, owner and proprietor, leans up against the bar. A scotch is placed at his side without as much as a glance towards the bartender. 'Lovely sight, init? A non-stop party where everyone's invited, an' I'm the one sellin' the booze.' he says, taking a swig of the drink. 'Well, keep the wheels turnin'. I'ma go kick Hoffmans arse at 8 ball. Call me if anyone interestin' shows up.'

The bartender, David Bekowsky, lets out a chuckle while glancing over to see how the game is going between customers. The weedy little Banks wouldn't stand much chance against the burly Rheinlander head of security, Ulrich Hoffman, in any sort of physical competitive sport. But something like this? Staff and regulars had already started placing their bets. 'Come one, come all. Make a small fortune if you can guess the outcome! If gambling isn't your style, we've got fun for the whole family, as long as it's a family of heavy drinkers.'

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