<strong>Al Garvey</strong>, Simon's Bull barmaid<br/><br/>Al watched the man drink the ADM, wary.  And, then the beer-drinker began to talk.  Oh boy, she thought-last drink for him.  She moved back down the bar, standing up on the shelf under the bar to reach over the expanse of scarred oak to give the guy's jacket a tug.<br/><br/>(to JJ)"Hey, sailor, you might want to throttle back on the oration...uhhhh...speech-making.  It's a sure way to get a bloody nose or worse."  He might attract attention and that was the last thing you wanted to do, Al thought.  Announcing yourself as Don Quixote was as good as painting a series of concentric circles on your back.  She smiled at the man.  "How about some nice, hot coffee?"  Al already had a mug set on the bar, the Bunn pot in her hand.  She filled the mug and set the pot back on the warming plate, idly giving the barbell in her left eyebrow a rub.