Driskoll looked up as he was addressed, letting his eyes settle on the man behind the bar. A wide grin settled itself on his face, and he took a sip of his drink before answering. "Driskoll. You the owner?" The barkeep could be useful, they always seemed to know the most about a place. People talked a lot in bars, and a good barkeep - at least in Driskoll's eyes - was the type to take in all that information. "Bet you know where to go for a good time round here, huh?" The lecherous expression on his face would leave no doubt as to what sort of 'fun' the man had in mind. A place wasn't worth staying at if it didn't have somewhere he could have a good fuck. He drained his drink with a happy sigh, ordering himself another with the same grin.