David sighed as he walked into the Bar. Things had been hectic ever since Dervin had vanished. A new crimeboss already? Even if it was temporary, it was still unsettling to be flying though the bosses.
The bar was unusually quiet. Not a soul in sight, other than the barman who was asleep on the Bar. David walked over to him and gave him a prod.
"Wuhh? Whozere?" He mumbled.
"David you slob, pour me a drink will ya." David replied.
"Sorry Dave." Replied the old guy. "The Bar's been lacking in customers lately."
The bartender handed David a drink, and stretched out a cramp in his neck.
"I plan to change that." Answered David. "I'll find a way to get people back in here, mate. Don't worry about it."