Bed and Breakfast Pub in Buffalo

[Jihadjoe]

Steve 'Rawshank' Lucano walks into the bar, still wearing his fedora hat, as usual.

"One beaumont blaster, you know how I like them" He lights a cigarette, casualy setting fire to the overly long hair of the man standing next to him. The rogue quickly put himself out but didn't look Rawshank in the eye...

His drink arrived and he sat in the barstool now seemingly reserved for him.

Hmmm, another fight night he thought chuckling slightly to himself, ending in a smoky wheeze. Well, I don't wanna go upstanging old Slypheed do I now...

Slypheed eyed him carefully from the corner of the bar. The educated eye of one killer examining another...

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