*In the Bar and Grille*

[willytsnitch]

Light music plays on the in-restaurant sound system. Freddie Mercury is singing about wanting to break free, and Willy is polishing the bar. The crowd in here is light, a human UPS driver on his lunch break arguing football good-naturedly with a blue-skinned demon with mouths in the palms of his hands. Willy's nodding along with the discussion,

Comments

[good_soldier]

Willy.

*nods, taking a seat at the bar*

Coke. Please.

*Riley deposits a twenty on the bartop*

[willytsnitch]

Sure, yeah. Ok.

How you been? Been a while since you been in here...

Willy moves to serve the drink, sweeping the twenty off the bar.

[good_soldier]

*Riley waves a hand away when Willy moves to make change*

Not bad. And don't worry, I'm not in here to make a mess. Just came for a drink, and a little conversation.

[willytsnitch]

Well, uh...that's good.

Willy smiles cautiously.

Conversation? About what?