Dave sat at his customary spot in the corner of the bar, people watching as he waited, the dude was late, go figure even after the apocalypse stoners were still unreliable, oh well he'd find someone to buy, the Apocalypse had allowed him to raise his prices to absurd levels.  Not that anyone paid in money these days, but still he was doing all right for himself.  He smiled when Barry came running in doing his chicken little routine, this should be entertaining, he leaned forward resting his chin on his hands, at least he had some entertainment.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Pistol, Zippo, Cigarette case with 20 Djarum Blacks, Half bag of weed, Eighth of mushrooms<br/>B.P. 135  S.P. 98  Status: Well rested</div></div>