Clovis was sitting at a bar. Sure it was early, but work was slow, and he had nothing better to do. So, here he sat, a tankard of shitty ale, in one hand, and his cane in the other. [color=purple]"Another."[/color] Clovis said placing the now empty tankard back on the bar. [color=brown]"Easy there Clovis, tis barely before noon. You might want to slow down."[/color] Clovis chortled. [color=purple]"Slow Down? I don't earn my keep by going slow."[/color] [color=brown]"No, you earn yer keep by being sober enough to fight the other drunkards. I ca'not have yer being drunker than the drunkards you kick out."[/color] Clovis nodded. Raising a single finger. [color=purple]One more to help shake off last night then?"[/color] The bartender nodded. And poured another tankard. [color=brown]"After last night, you earned it.[/color] This caused Clovis to Chortle again. [color=purple]"Hey, you know I cherish every opportunity to crack a few skulls.[/color]

The bartender motioned him to move away from the bar. [color=brown]"Go on, Clovis. Your seat is by the door. I let you drink for free because you keep gang violence out of my bar. Not sit here in the morning and talk about night's past.[/color] Clovis stood up and nodded.  [color=purple]"I'm going.[/color] He said in an upbeat voice. It was a good side gig, while work was slow. So, he went and took a seat at the table near the door, and rested his game against the table. Sipping slowly from his tankard, waiting to be needed.