Post by Scott "Maniac" Manor on Jul 27, 2011 16:11:01 GMT -5
Manor walked right to the bar in the casino. He could have gambled, but he was never one for gambling with money. Wearing jeans and black sleeveless shirt, he takes a seat.
Bartender: What can I get you, sir?
Manor makes a motion with his hand to signal one.Manor: One.
Bartender: One of what, sir?
Manor looks at the bartender. Don't care. Manor waited for whatever the bartender got him. He had built up an alcohol tolerance and should be able to handle at least one of whatever the bartender made him. He took a sip of it when the bartender placed it in front of him.
Bartender: What can I get you, sir?
Manor makes a motion with his hand to signal one.Manor: One.
Bartender: One of what, sir?
Manor looks at the bartender. Don't care. Manor waited for whatever the bartender got him. He had built up an alcohol tolerance and should be able to handle at least one of whatever the bartender made him. He took a sip of it when the bartender placed it in front of him.