Clif's eyes get wider at the unexpected turn of the conversation. "I ain' much interested in obligin' that fellow's nasty little request." Clif leaned back as much as balance and the stool allowed to finish the remains of his drink before continuing. "But all the same, I'm gettin' ready for a lil' trip, so we might'a well cut'er short."
The bartender began to fill the glass up again, but Clif waved him off. It was time to pack.
