Miles heard a man laugh at when he joked about being the ruler of the town. Miles turned his head slightly, but decided to keep talking to the odd man he had been talking to. Miles figured talking to someone who wasn't all there in the head but had a sense of humor was better then a sane person with no sense of humor. Miles thought about it, but had no answer to where he was from so he kept quite. He turned back to the bar as the bartender plopped his plate down. Miles picked it up and took a bite. He put the sandwich down and poured beer over it. He then took another bite. Not too bad he thought to himself. He watched the man keep spinning in his chair out of the corner of his eye. Mr Suit. Miles thought. I kinda like that name.