"Give 'em two!" Jackson said, slapping a number of bottle caps onto the table. In the short time he had been in the bar, he had already gotten quite buzzed, and he liked the look of the delivery man who had just came through the door. Granted, Jackson didn't KNOW he was a delivery man, but he was obviously a working man, and Jackson appreciated a man willing to do honest work for his bread. Also a cute looking mole rat had followed him in, and something about it gave Jackson some great amusement. It was probably it's little harness, that was it. Still, that was enough for his drunk ass to decide he liked the guy. "One for the road never hurt nobody." He said, nodding towards Michael.<br/><br/>"This is the fifth person who has walked through the door you've paid for in the last hour, guy." The bartender pointed out, picking the package up from the counter. "Thanks, I'll make sure she'll gets it. Then I'll get you your sarsaparillas, please wait a moment." he said, heading off, entering a door located behind the bar. The entire building was filled with yelling, drunks and idiots getting into arguments. Not helping was the absolute stench filling the room, and high temperature from so many bodies in a single room, all equaled to a place that seemed to be an absolutely dreadful place to spend your time to normal people. But, oddly enough, for the most part there was a feel of people having a good time, despite all that. Place must had had good bear!<br/><br/>"So, stranger, what brings you here?"  Jackson asked, turning towards Michael. Little conversation never hurt anybody.<br/><br/>----<br/><br/>On the outskirts of Gecko Plains, a man was pounding on the side of a green-covered building, placing up a flyer with hammer and nail. Once the pounding shaped, the man stepped back, shaking his head and walking off. "Not getting paid enough for this, nobody is going to ready these things. And if they do, no way in hell are they going to go." He muttered, bending down and picking up a stack of flyers, walking off to place them on more buildings. His words were foolish, as he did this job only for the bottle caps, so he knew men would do worthless things if they got paid for it. So it only made sense that many would read these flyers, since "300 caps" were in quite large print. As for the rest of the flyer?<br/><br/>"Wanted! Able-bodied workers who are willing to face danger for great reward! Human, mutant, ghoul, or synth does not matter! If you can shoot, you are welcomed! Come to the Gecko Plains Grand Theater today at 5'o'clock to hear about the job! Payment of up to 300 caps, with more job opportunities in the future!"