>*gulp* To the Saloon

You enter the saloon against yours (and Peter's) better judgment.

The saloon is a smoke-filled room that obviously looks like the popular area in town. It is well lit, a piano plays a uppity tune in the corner, and the three tables are loaded. A bartender is at the back of the room polishing his counter with a dirty rag. A staircase goes up and sign near the door indicated they sell rooms.

Hotshoe runs to the counter and starts inhaling ale. The bartender, because Hotshoe did not ask for the stuff, takes a baseball bat and delivers a solid blow to Hotshoes head, cooling down his excitement.

"We call him the designated idiot of our team." Peter says to you

>Discreetly chuck the spent shotgun shell at the raccoon.

with practiced skill, you throw the shell at the raccoon. The Raccoon looks around and before you can sneak away, he notices you. "Hey! Do you mind explaining why you are throwing useless objects around?"

"Oh. I, uh, umm, was looking for a garbage..."

"You were a little short buddy!" You sigh in relief as he picks the shell up and throws it in the garbage can near the counter. Somebody was looking out for you. Last thing you want is to start a bar brawl with you as the target.

Hotshoe hiccups. He must have had a little too much.

-There is a Raccoon here
-There is a Coyote here
-There is a Pack of Squirrels playing cards here
-There is a Garbage Can (with Spent Shotgun Shell) here
-There is a Bartender here
-There is a Cloaked figure here
-There is a Piano here

INVENTORY
-floorboards
-Knife
-Sash of money
-Toolbox
-Ammo
-Hunting Rifle
-Screwdriver
-Selection of Screws
-Funny-smelling chair leg
-Bottle of Windex
-Mysterious PDA
-Flowers
-Window-cleaning bouquet

PARTY (Inventory)

- Peter (Shotgun, shotgun Shells)
- Rob (Rations, Knife, grenade)
- Hotshoe (Feet of fire, knife, crowbar, concussion, drunk)