So, Buck moved to a booth sometime in the recent past. Maybe he even left and returned, who knows? What is known, is that he has a number of empty space booze containers around the table, and a full one that will soon join its consumed siblings.
Anyway, he seems to be in a better mood than when he first entered.
The door opens, and a tall, rather rotund man walks in. He is wearing a trench coat over some kind of uniform, and seems not the least bit surprised at finding a Bar before him. Most likely because he was looking for a bar anyway
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