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The last rays of sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of orange and purple as the farmer watched the men and womenfolk go their separate ways, as the last few trickled out of sight and all was relatively still he breathed out a long weary sigh "[color=F1B338]God, dang it all.[/color]" Clive cursed smacking his own forehead as his head lulled, eyes getting heavy from the sheer weight of sleeplessness that bore down on him. His body wanted to rest but Clive's mind refused to allow him the reprieve too scared of the nightmares and the thought of darkness that seemed to pervade his mind.

Clive massaged the bridge of his nose, rubbing the sleeplessness from his tired eyes or trying to at the very least "[color=F1B338]Ugh...I-I need a gosh darn drink.[/color]" with a groan the southerner blinked looking around with a bit of strain trying to catch a grain of what might be a saloon or something but none were nearby, grumbling he turned sluggishly his legs leaden with fatigue he moved stiffly in no particular direction to find somewhere to rest. He didn't bother with the fancy polished inns, with their bright lights and austere facades lilting the cheery music in the dusk light almost seemingly mocking his exhaustion.

Instead his aching bones carried him into the dark of the night to some dimly lit place nearly at the edge of the city, it's unassuming quiet exterior a beacon of repose in the face of his tired body and conflicted mind he said nothing as he entered through the creaky wooden door stepping into the bar the smell of ale and stale sweat washed over him, the interior had a smoky atmosphere with rickety wooden chairs and chipped clay mugs that various patrons drank from the bartender was a short broad shouldered man with a long grey beard and a pair of black beady eyes beneath two big bushy eyebrows.

The grumpy looking old fellow grunted, giving the farmer a gruff nod in greeting before returning to wiping at a chipped dirty old mug with a dirty rag, their wasn't much to this place though sitting with one arm leaning on the wooden counter of the bar was a familiar face that he hadn't expected to see "[color=F1B338]I ain't even gonna ask what in the devil brought you out here...[/color]" he said gruffly to the roguish man he came to see as a bit of a closer friend, though he was exhausted and sleep deprived he knew the look of a man that's got something eating at him.

Clive put a hand on his friends shoulder, sighing "[color=F1B338]Y'know you and I, we look like shit right now...Reckon we might as well drink to make us feel like it too.[/color]" though Clive already felt and looked like he was dragged through a pigpen he felt like drinking away whatever he was feeling was if not the brightest of ideas the only thing that he could really muster at that very moment.

Leaning in his rickety old chair at the bar Clive tapped the wood with his knuckle "[color=F1B338]I been running all over hell's half acre and I'm fixin' for a drink. Two o' whatever you got for me and my friend here. And keep em' comin I reckon it's gonna be one of those nights.[/color]"