<strong>Richard Mulch: Just doing my job<br/>At the Blood Bar</strong><br/><br/>Ricky was feeling pretty good.  Less than an hour until the bar closed, and no real fights or trouble had broken out.  Leaning back in his plastic chair next to the entrance, head resting against the wall, a faint smile barely tugging at his lips.  The air was heavy with the stench of smoke and beer, a lovely smell he would say if anyone asked.<br/><br/>He scanned the interior of the bar again.  Couple of patrons, none of them too far gone to be a problem.  There was a good game of poker going on at one table, and it was killing him to have to sit and watch.  He fingered the deck in his back pocket in irritation.<br/><br/><em>BAM!</em>"The Damned has come! I have seen them! Not a small group this time nor a wandering dumb-ass fleshhead. They are coming and its in the Hundreds!"<br/><br/>The moment the door slammed open, Ricky was up on his feet.  It was Barry Lagdon again.  Shit, he'd already been here twice today, the poor drunk.  And he was shouting, interrupting service, probably scaring a few people.  Ricky wasn't even paying attention to what he was saying as he put an arm across the man's chest.<br/><br/>"Come on Barry, looks like you've already had enough for tonight," Ricky said, feeling bad for the man.  He only held him back, seeing if he would calm down.  If not, he'd have to drag him outside.  That is if the poor fool didn't just drop unconscious on the spot.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Inventory and Character Status</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Inventory:</strong><br/>1.) Handgun  (with belt-clip holster)<br/>2.) 1 Clip of Ammunition (13 rounds) (back pocket)<br/>3.) Pocket sized note pad (front pocket)<br/>4.) Black Pen (front pocket)<br/>5.) Deck of Cards (includes Jokers) (back pocket)<br/><br/><strong>Current HP/SP Status:</strong><br/>Body Points - 166<br/>Stamina Points - 160<br/>Status - Top Shape</div></div>