He walks out of the place with a spring in his step, pausing only to tell the bird behind the bar to put his bath on hold for half an hour. She flirts something back, which he ignores, and heads for the street, pushing his hat back on his head as he goes. He knows where that bar is, and he hopes to hell the bloke's still in there.
He's not shy about entering, slamming through the swinging doors like he owns the place, like all those lawmen of old do in the movies. He stops like they do too, scanning the room for his intended victim. Got to be in here somewhere.
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He walks out of the place with a spring in his step, pausing only to tell the bird behind the bar to put his bath on hold for half an hour. She flirts something back, which he ignores, and heads for the street, pushing his hat back on his head as he goes. He knows where that bar is, and he hopes to hell the bloke's still in there.
He's not shy about entering, slamming through the swinging doors like he owns the place, like all those lawmen of old do in the movies. He stops like they do too, scanning the room for his intended victim. Got to be in here somewhere.