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Clay slaps the counter with his dish cloth and picks out a toothpick from a nearby bundle. Placing it in his mouth he plays with it, rolling it around his lips as he leans on the bar and eventually replies.

[i]"as much as I'd love to be your little errand boy,"[/i] he says with full sarcasm [i]"no one's seen the boss for a couple of days now."[/i] 
He looks at the note like its diseased. Then with a shake of his head he continues. 
[i]"sorry, so can't help ya there."[/i] 
The chair collapses but he pays it no thought. 

[i]"Anything [b]I[/b]can do for anyone? Room? meal?" [/i] he asks.