Flint downed the shot and winced. It wasn't called a screwball for nothing. Two things it was good for, getting drunk and fuelling cars !, well that's how it was advertised anyway. Flint lifted his sleeve to show his left hand. The scars on his fingers and one placed directly in the middle of his hand showed he knew all to well the stupidity of the game. But hey money is money right?! " 
[i]"I've had worse than this." Dorjan muttered[/I]
"Haven't we all?" Flint remarked "Flint, Flint White " He said answering the mans none-question, ordering a lighter drink this time as a small glass was filled with the black liquid he had been drinking before. He gave a couple of bills to the bartender once again then looked to Dorjan. "You've probably not heard of me and that's how I like to keep it" He sipped at his drink.