The Alcatraz depot lounge and pub

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Clif notices Wolf drowsing, propped up against the wall in his chair, and laughs. He wrinkles up some paper in his pocket and throws it at the old man as he makes his way to the bartender.

"I'll take a Bretonian Port. Dark as it comes," Clif says as he takes a stool. While waiting for his brew, he turns to face the room and relaxes against the bar. He reached absently into his jacket pocket and rolled up some synthetic marijuana. He was just admiring his work when the bartender returned with his beer, and Clif scooped it up and made his way to Wolf's table, just as Diana entered the Alcatraz Bar.

Clif struggled to light the joint and hold the beer as he motioned for Diana to join him. Slamming his mug of beer onto Wolf's table, he attempted to wake the old man. He frowned at the sloshed beer, but took a seat across the table from the man and waited for him to wake. Best to give an old man his time to clear the crud from his eyes. Clif takes a drag and looks to Diana.