[littl3chocobo]

he watched the charade fall and the real pyce showed his colors. from the corner of his eye he could see their waitress looking worriedly at them and looking over he twitched his head to let her know it was time for the bill. finding the bottle he pushed it towards pyce. "a memento of a meeting cut short," he did not look at the woman and simply signed his name, "i will be there an hour before midnight to see how things are going and to discuss with you the issue of a new bartender." saying no more he stood and left pyce to find his own way home