Inside of the bar, Chester stood leaning over the counter, flirting with the bar maiden while he was holding a bottle of grog in his hand. The woman and him were talking for a while, untill Chester realized something, glancing at the clock. He was supposed to meet Venture: a henchman of Don Calliote, who had a job for him. With a slight sigh he bid the wench farewell, till they would see each other again, as he headed out of the bar and towards the alley.

Arriving as he heard the shouting of dairy products he let out a yawn. "Sup." He let out.

Venture turned to Chester, gritting his teeth before muttering, "Oh, you were in there, huh? Slipped by me you..." Stepping away, he snorted, before turning back to both Chester and the other, beginning, "So: here's what's what. Further back in the Back District, there's gonna be a meet. First, you have to find Mott." Turning the the younger one, Venture continued, "You already met 'em. Thin dude, long coat." Chuckling, he continued, "But that's not the meet: yer gonna be going with him to meet some other guys. Mostly you'll just need to look tough. Easier said then done, but if you do well, yer money problems are going to go, you hear me?"

Jabbing a finger at Chester, he added, "And if you try to slip it's gonna hurt, got it?"

Chester listened to the man's rambling, swigging from his drink while he was at it, the guy was going on forever. The gist of it all, as far as he understood it was to find some schmuk and then play muscle. Venture decided to make a point, Chester looked at his finger for a second, before letting out a burp. "And besides, like you could hit me." As if he was closing an argument. Turning to the other guy, he smirked. "Off we go then. Ladies first."