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Flint took the chips in front of him and began to count them as they finished up the game. Flint received the money from the other players "How'd you get so lucky?" One of the men remarked as Flint shrugged pocketing the cash as his friends began to mill out of the door. Flint stood up and walked to the bar ordering 2 drinks "A screwball and whatever this gentleman wants" He pointed to Dorjan. "New in town?" he asked Dorjan looking to his hands "You been playing with a knife? They aren't toys you know" He joked as the drinks where placed in front of him . He removed the large wad of cash that he had won from . Removing a few bills and giving them to the bartender. Nodding appreciatively as he took a sip of his drink.
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Dorjan had been watching the men playing a card came since he'd left the knife game. The thing that amazed him most, although to say amazed would be a bit of an exaggeration, was the fact that they were using chips. Dorjan had not been accustomed to the Old World, hell, he'd never even seen it except for in his mind when his father would tell him stories all those years ago, but in any card came he'd seen being played (although Dorjan preferred knife games), he'd never seen chips being used.

[i]"A screwball and whatever this gentleman wants"[/i] Dorjan examined the man as he came over to the bar with what were his winnings, it was apparent to Dorjan now that you could make a lot more money from card games than five-finger-fillet. The proof? Right in the stranger's hands and pockets that was about to buy him a drink.

"So, what you having?" The bartender asked, his open palms pressed against the old counter-top, a drying towel flopped over his right forearm. In any normal circumstances, Dorjan would refuse the offer, his pride wouldn't let him take a drink from someone. However, after the last few weeks, with being left for dead and his winnings from no more than ten minutes ago dwindling away, he thought what harm could it do.

"Alright then." Dorjan uttered, pausing as a look of thought crossed his face for a moment before he licked the corner of his lips, "I suppose I'll have whatever I had the last time." The names of different alcoholic drinks never mattered to Dorjan, and usually places all served the one same spirit and the one same ale (if they had any). Dorjan was just about to thank the man, when he got ahead of him.

[i]"You been playing with a knife? They aren't toys you know"[/i] Dorjan covered his injured hand with his other while the stranger who'd bought him a drink was looking at them. The tone in the stranger's voice was obviously a joking one so Dorjan snickered and took his drink up in his right hand, twisting his left from side-to-side, eyeing it. 

"I've had worse than this." Dorjan muttered before downing the drink in one, there hadn't been much in it but it left a burn in the back of your throat. Dorjan cleared his throat and put the glass down on the counter. "Thanks for the drink stranger, but I don't even know your name..."