And here Manny thought everything was coming up his way, but some idiot just had to go and start a fight. Do you know how hard it is to get angry, drunk, or trigger happy men into a gambling mood? Pretty damn hard. At the very least the whole mess was resolved before anybody important got hurt. Namely him. He sighed, the bar was a mess and his victims- I mean- playmates had all but deserted the gambling table, chattering and hollering instead. He'd have to try something again tomorr- 

"There a Mr. Polly present?" A well, at least relatively well, dressed man inquired over the din of the excitement.

"Hmmm? That would be me sir. Pleasure to make your acquaintance, now may I ask who I have the honor of speaking to." The man looked civilized enough: combed, bathed, a functioning set of teeth, a understandable accent, pretty much nothing Manny expected from the town.

Which is precisely why he didn't quite trust him, why exactly was he here and why did he know he'd be here.

"I don't suppose you know my father do you? Or are you a... unsatisfied customer?" If the latter Manny might be in a bit of a bind judging from the manner this man handled that repeater of his.