I stared.

"I wasn't commiting suicide. I was contemplating suicide. But oh well." I wiped the mud off my feet and poured Lancie a reddish tinted tankard of beer. "There y'go, Lance.." Drifting away..

Hah! The jukebox was going. I shoved Cobra at Slay.



I decided to regain my bartendingness and sat on my stool behind the counter next to the silent NightFire, trying to count stars out the window but only succeeding in spilling a bottle of wine.

`Ducky