<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/60/Marcus_Morton_Head.jpg)</div><strong>Character name: Marcus Morton </strong>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=220123.msg10852483#msg10852483)<br/><strong>Who:Bobby Steel </strong><br/><strong>Where: Randy's Shack (bar) </strong><br/><br/>Marcus wiped beads of sweat from his forehead as he stepped out of his cab.<strong>"Can't believe I just blew $50 on a damn airport cab."</strong>He groaned to himself. Thankfully the bar he was about to enter was owned by an old friend, so drinks would be cheap if not free.<br/><br/>He paid the cabby and entered the small, neon-lit bar. The familiar haze of smoke smacked him straight in the face, and before he knew it he was hugging his ole buddy Daryl across the bar.<strong> "Well if it ain't ole Donkey Dick Marcus Morton! What the hell you doing back here, man?"</strong>exclaimed Daryl,  the late-Randys' son. After a round of celebratory shots... and then another, Marcus finally admitted that he moved back to Salvation to grab a job with WPC.<br/><br/><strong>"No shit? But you don't got it hooked up yet huh? Well today is your lucky day!"</strong>He pointed to a darker corner of the bar, and Marcus almost shit himself. Bobby Steel - better known to Marcus as Jerry Gibson from their days playing football together- sat their polishing off what looked like a glass of whiskey.<br/><br/>Marcus walked over and slapped him on the back.<strong>"Well if it ain't the old Quarterback!"</strong>.Marcus was the star linebacker on the team Jerry led to state over a decade earlier.<strong>"So should I call you Jef or Bobby?"</strong>he joked as Daryl slid over two neat Jamesons.