The bartender, a mountain with the oddly incongrous nickname of 'Tiny' simply because he most definitely wasn't, poured a glassful for the Ontarian. "All we have is Mexican Donkey Piss and whatever was considered too good to be bootlegged into the Mormons or Commies' turf."<br/><br/>Handing the glass over, he accepted the usual fee for the drink, slightly over a dollar, before handing the Northerner his change. "Been a while since I saw someone from up north. What brings you so far from the igloos and polar bear wives?"