OOC: 'Cannabal' is spelt Cannibal, unless its typical outlaw typo-names you're aiming for
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Bar-bar-barry-bar
He quickly scooped up the pills eagerly, dropping some and having to pick them up as she stuffed his pockets. He didn't listen much to what he said, something about keeping quiet. He'd do that just fine and dandy, after all, he had his precious pills.
He hid the syringe away in his pocket, popped two pills then turned to see that alcoholic clakker (Sheamus). He sighed quietly, walking back behind the bar and towards the machine. At times that guy lived there as much as he did. He could recall drunkenly singing with him...Only Wolvie was high at the time as well and had danced on a table.
He winced over at that poor, circular table sitting in a corner. That had been a nasty hangover
and a knock to the head to wake up to. He shrugged his shoulders, and got what the clakker asked. A loud hissing from the nozzle on the large keg, and he was back with a near-full glass of Opple cider. The whole room was made of dark old wood, some aged and flaking paintings of important-looking clakkers on the wall, even one depicting a steef hunt. The glass windows and beer glasses were all dulled and faded, having lost their shine from years of use and washing. He was new to owning the place, could of been decades old for all he reckoned.
"'ere you go, Sheamus..." He rubbed a beady eye tiredly, sliding the glass across to him. It was either the pills or sleeping on the hardwood floor getting to him. Money was getting tight. No more Sekto Springs bottled water, SoulStorm brew was all but gone...Just left the cider and other less famous alcoholic beverages really. Hopefully the place wouldn't go bankrupt or something. Nevermind the fact it had clearly been around a while like some kind of much-loved antique, he needed the money and was still so poor he lived there.
"Suppose I could use security should any more outlaws show up, a couple of those cute lil' waitresses you see in them dresses..." He chuckled as he scrubbed at a dusty wall, trying to make the place look nicer. "Think you'd need ta be sober on the job though." He said with irony.