The bartender smiles slightly as he slides the money off the counter, making it disappear into a pocket, before pouring a beer for JTM. He gives a head nod towards the back corner of the bar.
The damage to the place is no worse then usual, it looks like a bar fight broke out, but it is coming back together nicely.
"I had best have my share of that in my till!" Maxwell hollers from his corner table. "What do you want JT?"























































































































































































































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