Blood Money Bar and Medical Clinic

[Shagohad]

The door swung open and an average figure stepped in. Calmly he looked to the left, then he looked to the right, then he looked up, and then he looked down. God knows what was down, but he foresaw the need to look there. There was only one way to explain this poor bastard: Average. His features were average, his height was average, the way he walked was average, hell the way he smelled was average. In a very average way, he walked to the bar, sitting on a stool and drumming his fingers on the bar table.

"What'll it be, sir," The bartender asked as he cleaned yet another whiskey glass.

The man swept his average eyes up to stare at the blood-red menu that had now been projected in front of him. "Something of the usual," He said calmly, letting the bar know that his voice was average as well. "Just a beer and what ever is on the grill right now."

The bartender only grunted and walked off. There was the sound of arguing, the sound of toasting, and the sound of some man's face connecting violently with a floor. Or maybe that was his imagination? Who knew.

The only thing he did know was that he wanted a beer and something to eat. And this place was the closest.

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"THE HULL HAS BEEN BREACHED AND THE SCIENCE IS LEAKING OUT!"