Clif was slightly sloshed at this point in time. Yes, sloshed was the word. He had finished his port and walked towards the bar to order another and openly started at the two new faces at the bar. Four newcomers in one night? What was going on? Clif didn't like surprises, especially when he knew that someone was out to kill him. His side itched for a pistol, or his trusty-rusty shiv, at least, but he had long since stopped bringing them with him on his visits. Usually, only the usuals occupied the bar. But not today.
