***Talentlesshack walks in, and cases the joint... he decides to sit in a corner, but the corner seats are already taken by the broody-type shadowrunner... so he decides to take a set by the door... but the seats by the front and back doors are taken by the paranoid-type shadowrunners... slowly realizing he has no other choice, Talentlesshack makes his way to the bar where he starts to question how a Great Dragon is able to fit into such a small bar... as well as why no one seems unnerved by it... he's about to say something when he notices the street sam holding what appears to be a bucket of Bar-B-Q sauce and thinks better of it...***
I'll take any good single malt scotch you've got...