<strong>Bert- Fucking Gulch Lobby- Closing time</strong><br/><br/>Bert nodded and flashed a smile to each of the girls as they left. Lucky for them that they were headed home and didn’t have to deal with all the stragglers left behind; that was Bert’s job. He brought the shotgun up to rest on his shoulder, making his way over to the room Doc had rented with Miss Violet. Trying to be as respectful as he could, with as tired as he was, Bert wrapped his fist on the door a few times before calling inside.<br/><br/>“Wrap it up in there, you two. Or go rent a room somewhere else, it’s closing time.” Bert alerted them before making his way downstairs to the bar area.<br/><br/>Bert banged the butt of his gun several times on the floor to get everyone’s attention, a chorus of groans answered him, most of the regulars recognizing what it meant. They had all been helping themselves from the bar in Doc’s absence, the precious few that remained, and many were complaining that they hadn’t gotten time with their desired girl.<br/><br/>“Put that back. Go on, get on out. She’ll be back another night, drive safe. You okay? You need me to call a cab?” Bert was muttering as he ushered the crowd of intoxicated, horny men out of the basement. Some surely meant to oppose him or argue with him further, but Bert left no openings for protest. “Go on, out you go. You don’t have to go home but you can’t stay here.”<br/><br/>Once the last of the Bar Flies had been “escorted” to the parking lot, Bert shut the front door and locked it tight. He pulled the cord to turn off the neon sign and made note of this also in his ledger book. With that finished, he closed the leather bound book and brought it down to Mr. Harris.<br/><br/>“I think Doc might still be up to no good, but he’s got a key. Do you think I could-?”<br/><br/>“Go on, Bert. You look exhausted. Good night, I’ll see you next time.”<br/><br/>**Moved to Town IC Thread**<br/>