"Sounds exciting." He sits down and nods at the bartender. A gold-colored drink with a paper umbrella stuck in the top is placed before him. He grabs it as it slides to the left on its own. "No, no. I need this." One thing that has been unsettling about the bar is the bullet holes in the ceiling.

It's exciting. What caused that? That's not...he takes a swig to ignore the bloom of another headache. No, he isn't going to focus on whatever is hidden. "Now, I haven't tried to head out of town yet. Did you get to the edge or?" He leaves it open as he accepts a wet wash cloth from the bartender to wipe off the rest of the blood on his face.

Awful helpful this bartender. He thanks them as he hands it back.