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The front door opens and a gust of wind blows in ushering in a man whose huddled down in his coat with his hand stuffed into his pockets and his hat pulled down tight. He turns and closes the door quickly and shivers. "God damn, got cold quick. Fall just come up an bit me in the..." He's turning as he says this and realizes where he's at.
Untucking his hands from his pockets Bill Pardy pulls off his cap and runs a hand through his hair, shrugs and walks towards the bar. "Somethin' hot please." Feel free to chat. He's on duty back home but even there he's always up to meeting folks.
Untucking his hands from his pockets Bill Pardy pulls off his cap and runs a hand through his hair, shrugs and walks towards the bar. "Somethin' hot please." Feel free to chat. He's on duty back home but even there he's always up to meeting folks.