A Secluded Bar

[Silver.2]

Quietly ducking in through the low entrance hatch, into the bar, Mordecai, sauntered his way in to the small menagerie of boring furniture and strong liquor.

He quickly scanned the room, his paranoid urges taking over for the slightest moment as he tallied the people milling about. Just one; McCoy. Not surprising.

After a few jaunty steps towards the bar, he picked up a small bottle of wine, enough for two people. A small memory flashed in his head; picking up a load of these bottles from some stray, foreign trader. They'd kept a few for the stock, and sold the rest.

Once he'd secured his intoxicating liquid, he made his way over to one of the few tables with more than one chair.

Now, to wait.