Only a few patrons sat around the bar, typical for that time of day. The patrons minded their own business, no one spoke to one another. Most were spread out throughout the bar, sitting alone, nursing the drinks that sat in front of them. Two sat at a table next to each other, yet still they were in complete silence as they stared down at their drinks. The one employee stood behind the bar. He slowly and calmly wiped glasses clean and his bided his time, waiting for the next order. In walked a man, tall, muscular, with long scraggly hair. His combat boots hit the floor with a dull thud that echoed through the quiet bar with each step. His leather jacket screeched as it stretched as his shoulders rocked back in worth with a menacing swagger. He scanned across the bar, his face a blank slate until he ejected brown saliva out of his mouth onto the floor. He approached the bar, and took a seat on a stool between two other patrons. The stool wobbled beneath his weight, uneven on its four legs.
