[color=steelblue] "He called me a liar," [/color] Dallen replied to the bartender.  He gladly took the rum and coke, tossing a few caps his way for the trouble.  He kept one single casino chip out and flipped it across his knuckles with relative ease, something he used to do with old world change, mainly just to relieve stress or pass the time.  

The bartender then did exactly what Dallen had hoped would come out of the situation, by giving him a direction to take.  Finishing off his cigarette and taking another drink, he looked up at the bartender and gave a nod.

[color=steelblue] "I suppose a job would serve better than going from town to town trying my luck at poker," [/color] he said.  [color=steelblue] "Yeah, I'd like to meet the boss.  What can you tell me about him?" [/color]