Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26446054-20160824101510/@comment-26446054-20160824223554

The bearded barman raised an eyebrow and placed an almost clean glass aside.

"It ain't tonight, and it won't be tomorrow. Clear out if you don't have any caps," he suggested.

Tom looked at Lily and then at the barman. Peering at his own supply of currency, he cursed himself for his morals and lay down twenty caps on the sheet of metal that served as a bar.

"I'll pay for the... guitarist," he said and turned away. No more business to be done here.