Johnny Winter sat on a bar stool mumbling to no one in particular ...
"Ruddy Jay Simon, whats the deal, you'd think he owns the company, knickin' me Ravenclaw."
A large slug of something very alcoholic slipped down his throat.
"Got me flyin' his L-Train, runnin' deut up here from GC, while he's swannin' about down in the Cambridge
sunshine. HA! What have I done to deserve this ?"
The glass slammed noisily on the bar.
"Can I get another one of these."
The drink slid across the polished wood straight into his hand.
"Keep the stuff movin' and I'll see you get a bonus and a percentage cut at the end of it. Yeah right! We all
know what that means. Another orange in me bloody christmas stocking." ...
The third glass dropped back to the bar.
" You wait till me bruvva gets back, then we'll see, no more of this 'Winter do this, Winter do that'. Bet he's
only doing it to get closer to Bettie, I was in there till he decided to he wants to be a fighter jock."
His end of the bar had somehow become devoid of other people.
" I'll show em, got a bit of smugglin' lined up, we'll be rollin' in creds soon, you'll see. Get me own ship,
then we'll be talkin' eh ... Hah you'll see." ...
"Lets have another one over here mate."
The barman reluctantly handed the fourth across the bar.
"Mr Winter thats your last for now, and we have to sort out the tab from your previous visit please."
" Mr Simon gave strict orders on allowances, and you have used up your expenses voucher."
Johnny scowled ...
"Bloody hell, looking over me shoulder here too. We'll show em, you'll see." ...
He reached for his credits card ...
Some say he is a proud member of: "The most paranoid group of people in the Community."