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[u][url=http://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/3043478] - Buster McMincemeat - [/url][/u]
[color=Salmon]"Well, I guess it'll have to do."[/color] Buster grumbled in resignation.  The little gnome climbed up the chair and onto the stool.  He shifted his weight around until he was nice and comfy, then stretched.

[color=Salmon]"Speak up, bar-guy, I can't hear you!  What's my poison?  What do you mean poison?  If ya mean drink, juice, nekteh, than gimme the strongest ya got.  Don't go easy cause I'm an old man, I can take it."[/color] Buster boasted. [color=Salmon]"Keep in mind I have a small stomach here, so not too much.  Quarter glass will do fine.  Yes, quite fine."[/color]

The gnome took this time to look around the bar, take in the scenery.  It was quite homely, with quite a few people, some of which eyeballing him.
[color=Salmon]"What're you all lookin' at?  Huh?  Didn't think so!"[/color] he snapped.  They rolled their eyes and looked away, not out of fear, just disinterest.
[color=Salmon]"Nice crowd you got here."[/color] he said sarcastically, turning back to the bartender.