<strong>Jason Jefferson - Parking in front of Simon's Bull.</strong><br/><br/>After gassing up at the local gas station in town, Jason found his way to Simon's Bull, a less than reputable establishment from what the locals had told him on the way here from the gas station.  Pulling to a halt in front of the place, Jason had to admit it didn't look like much, but from the way they talked of the old man that ran it, maybe it looked better on the inside?<em>Yeah, poor fucker's family were mauled by a bear or something, wasn't the same since from what I've heard.</em>The old attendant had said, but the way he said it made the five year veteran hunter wonder if there was more to that story.  It didn't matter in the long run though.  Hopping out of his car and slamming the door shut, he locked every door as well, not wanting to come back out and find his ride stolen.  For now, breezing through the doors to the place, Jason spotted a few patrons that struck him a bit odd to be in a place like this, but then again he was a strange here as well so he couldn't say anything.  Nodding to the lady on his way by to the bar, the man walked up to the bar and sat down in one of the stools that were wisely bolted to the floor.  "Budweiser if you have it."  He asked, pulling his wallet out, prepared to pay up in cash since he hated using the stolen credit cards in his possession.  Well, unless they belonged to some corrupt asshole or a rich snob, in which case he didn't have many sleepless nights over it.  "So, what can you tell a stranger about this place?"