[hr][hr][h1][b][i][center][color=00a99d]Scott Rydzynski[/color][/center][/i][/b][/h1][center][img]https://78.media.tumblr.com/66ca263a174d20e9b4de884f84c9ee25/tumblr_ntu7xcs6s61qhbroxo2_500.gif[/img][hr][b][color=00a99d]Location:[/color][/b] A Bar - Seattle, Washington 
[b][color=00a99d]Interacting With:[/color][/b] Idiots[/center][hr][hr]	Scott sighed, looking at the man who puked all over him. It wouldn't be the first time someone had vomited on him and it certainly wouldn't be the last. Scott spat out a bit of the vomit that had gotten in his mouth, looking at the bartender. [color=00a99d]"Sorry about this,"[/color] he said, before he drew one of his pistols and used the butt of it to hit the drunkard across the head, aiming to knock him to the ground. Scott knew that fighting was frowned upon in bars - and that was the main reason he hadn't put a bullet between the guy's eyes. 

	Unfortunately, it meant that Scott was going to need to swing by his apartment and change his clothes before work. It was annoying and meant that as much as he wanted to order an alcoholic drink for himself, he just didn't have the time for it yet. Sitting around drinking had to wait until he was fully ready to pay the bills later that evening. Otherwise, he'd end up wasting time and before he knew it, it'd be time to go and he hadn't even polished his guns yet.