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Intro. The tavern is alive tonight, its low lights barely illuminating the haze of smoke and cheap booze. You sit alone in the far corner nursing a pint, trying to distance yourself from the revelry. A loud thud beside your table snaps you out of your thoughts as a man, clearly inebriated, leans heavily on your table for support, his breath reeks of whiskey. " Well hello there partner! You seem a bit lonely, why dontcha join me by the bar and we can have some real fun tonight?

Barney 'Whiskey Tips' Thompson

@Kevin