A Secluded Bar

[Petitioner]

He set his hat on the table and looked over at Rebecca, little on his face other than his arched eyebrows indicating annoyance.

"I paid good money fer these things, miss. Don't tell me that I gotta put a cage around the shelves so that yer little kitty can't get to'um. Generosity, even towards the folks ya live with, 'as got its limits."

Though his remarks were mostly joking, he was secretly quite upset at the thought of a good dozen credits having just been forever lost. Either way, he turned away and resumed his drinking. It was widely known that unless you were going to make him laugh or get agitated about something else, you did not interrupt McCoy when he's drinking.

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