[color=#C0C0C0][h1][center]~[u]Vash[/u]~[/center][/h1][/color]

Something far worse than bounty hunters, or law enforcement, crossed the path of Vash. Effortlessly draining another pitcher of liquor, a new problem arrived. Employers of the establishment, which Vash occupied, refused to associate with him. Leaving him to his lonesome and own troubles until someone hired showed to remove Vash.

Glass shattering broke the Goats silence. Concluding this place was no longer of interest, Vash drags himself to a stand. Onlookers would wonder how balance is upheld on this ‘drunken state’ as he swayed and hardly kept himself upright. The one woman who saw this, trying to tell Vash to stop and await justice, was easily ignored and idly threatened.

Soon enough, the goat spit into the cement floor outside a casino. Chuckling with a ‘baaa’ at the end of his vocal-remark as he began walking into the building. Due to bouncers, or security, not knowing of Vash’s recent actions they foolishly allowed the Goat inside.Taking a seat at the bar, the server provides Vash with the drink asked for. Yet couldnt refrain from concern after hearing these words exit the goats mouth... 

“[color=#C0C0C0]Biggest pitcher of the strongest liquor on the shelf. Preferably whisky or rum. Actually, a mixture of the two.[/color]” 

Then after a little convincing, the Goatman got his wish and returned to drinking. Though this time, the sips [i](yes sips)[/i] were slow paced and calculated. Vash didn’t exactly want to blow his cover, desiring to hide from his last problem which he created on the other side of town. Yet looking around at his own onlookers, the patrons and employees, Vash was realizing his presence wasn't exactly enjoyed even without knowing of his rambunctious or criminal nature.