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originally posted in:The New Dojo
10/10/2016 4:53:40 PM
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[i]He took a puff from his cigar, turning to the man.[/i]
"Huh. I guess I should probably move them, eh?"
[i]He seemed bored, not moving his feet as he continued to sit there.[/i]
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Obviously. [b]He sat at ax table for two in from of the bar by the side wall, a glass of well, something, in his hand. He took a long sip before speaking again.[/b] Unless you feel entitled to disrespect the bar. Those cases don't go over so well. [b]Most people's stares turned from the wanderer with his feet on the counter, to their drinks. They wouldn't want to get involved in case something broke out. [/b]
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"Nah. Of course not; unless the owner wants to disrespect me." [i]He sipped his drink, eyeing the owner of the voice with mild interest.[/i]
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In other words, take your feet off the counter before someone makes you. [b]As the owner of a beverage establishment himself, his pet peeve were people like this. It didn't help that his feet were STILL ON THE TABLE. Most locals now we're deciding against the drifter. It was their town, and their bar. Not his. [/b]
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"Alright..." [i]He grumbled, removing his feet from the counter. Things were a lot different here. He pulled out a deck of cards.[/i] "Poker anyone?"
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[b]With a chuckle of satisfaction, he went back to his drink, simply keeping an eye on the man in case things once again got tense.[/b] [spoiler]End?[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]I guess?[/spoiler]
