Decoyman sat at the casino's bar looking catatonic. So much going on... so much that will happen, undoubtedly... It was a lot to take in, knowing your whole world was on the verge of chaos. He tried to call in sick to work, but it didn't matter – a voicemail picked up telling employees to stay at home until things calmed back down.
Hey, bartender. Whiskey.
The man stopped wiping down a glass and poured decoy a shot. Put it on my tab, wontcha? Heh... decoyman laughed a cynical laugh as the bartender looked down with a defeated smile and went back to cleaning the glasses. Decoyman threw back the whiskey and left the glass at the bar. As he was walking out, he saw someone he recognized coming in. Ceric, that was his name. He looked pale and distraught.
Hey, Ceric! I, uhh... heard you had a little run-in last night. Are you alright?
But Ceric didn't say a word or even look up. He just walked up to the bar and signalled to the bartender for a drink. I guess that kind of thing can mess you up pretty bad, decoyman thought to himself, and made a silent promise to do whatever he could to protect himself... No matter what the cost.