"Resting his chin in his hand, Jason smiled at Randy's reply, finding his words genuine enough, he looked down into his empty glass. "Suppose it is one of the finer," He sighed, "Establishments I've visited." Cutting his gaze up, he chuckled, "Consider me the type of guy who enjoys a challenge. Most think I'm screwy for even comin' out here, guess they're right. But I like it here. I like the atmosphere, the people even, despite how few I know. Not many others appeal to me.""
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At least Randy still managed to maintain his charlatan parlor tricks of friendliness and hospitality—even to bimbos who didn’t deserve them as far as their gams could carry’em. He polished his glass idly and sniffed, glancing down.
”You’re a funny ol’ bird,” Randy muttered, shrugging a shoulder once again. “If yer brother knew you were here, I’m sure he’d have a thing or two t’say to you. But you said yer name don’t matter t’you? Did I hear right?”