“So why aren’t you sitting at the poker game?” the bartender asked. “Really, I didn’t know,” Vlad said. “Didn’t know? I may not know the game, but I know you like to play. You usually clean up every night. Why are you acting so out of it tonight?” Tonight? Vlad was a reccurring character in a place he had never been before. “I ain’t acting out of it,” he said as he placed his hand on the gun in its holster. He hadn’t noticed the gun on him before. It was an old six-shooter with a long barrel and a heavy weight to it. Vlad was in awe of this ancient weapon. He remembered when he used these and how much he loved them. He hadn’t used one of them in over a century. “I’m not trying to say anything, mister,” the bartender said with both his arms up. “Just letting you know they started the game without you. It’s not even an hour old. I’m sure there’s enough money left for you.”
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