Lee laughed and felt his blood pressure returning to normal. He HATED anyone reminding him of his past. Sure, he was in the Army for a few years and even did some covert ops work, but after finding out the truth of certain things, he quickly resigned and got a desk job. That bored the hell out of him, so he decided to just work for himself. Besides, taking things however you liked, whether it was money or lives, was way more interesting than earning medals for doing it the right way.<br/><br/>He soon recieved his jager and knocked it back in one go. Immediately buzzed from the concoction, he turned to thank the manager.<br/>"This....is..the best damn....twisted wicked jager bomb ive ever had! About 6 more and I'll be knocked on my ass hopefully wakin up in the ladies room!"<br/>Lee turned to the relieved bartender with gratitude. "Perhaps we got off on the wrong foot yeh? It's okay to be a lil cautious every now and then..but you have right ta be..."<br/>Lee's head was spinning a little bit, but he felt warm n mellow, how he liked to feel. The bartender smiled to see his satisfied customer and even more so because he can now keep his job.<br/><br/>Almost swinging off the seat, Lee turned around on the barstool to face Vincent again.<br/>"This club got any interesting places in it? You know...a place where a tired man can get some comfort if you know what I mean?"