He took his bottle of JD's and took another look around. He noted that the other biker had pulled a guitar. He really hopped he wouldn't burst into any country. Todd grew up listening too it day in and day out and knew most of the oldies by heart, but it had started to bother him as he got older and discovered hard rock.<br/><br/>He looked at the girl with the shovel. She seemed to be enjoying her food by the sounds she was making, which he concidered to be a good sign. He cracked the seal on his bottle of whiskey and poured a shot. "Here's to you, barkeep. Thanks for the drink." He raised his glass to the keep on the other side of the room and downed the shot without a flinch.<br/><br/>He looked up as he poured a second shot and asked, "So, who's leg does a tracker need to hump to find some work out here?"