IC: While filling all of the various orders, Synthia smirked, placing Miles' sandwich on what looked like half of a plate and putting it down in front of him. "You've got the best of competition, then."

She pointed at a picture of Thaddeus Sutherland on the wall. Darts had been thrown at it with varying degrees of accuracy.

"Sorry about the plate. Customer got rowdy last night, and I hit him over the head with it."

GM IC: A man wearing a white jacket stepped into the bar, moving to a corner and sitting down, pulling the brim of the hat he was wearing over his eyes.