"Well.. whoever it is, is persistent... Putting more  than one order on your head, is a dangerous game, So no new faces, besides my own, naturally?" He asked taking another swig off his fourth glass, trying to get a feel for what exactly was happening, " Or perhaps someone from your past, possibly before you became a bartender, people hold grudges."<br/><br/>Keenst then proceeded to take off one of the needles on his vest, and started picking his teeth with it, digging chicken out as he sat there.