Phae had just finished pouring the youg lady a drink when the door abruptly opened and a gentleman dressed rather darkly stepped through the portal. Phae noticed that he seemed a bit anxious and perhaps at the same time relieved.
"If you need some help movin yer stuff I could find a couple a guys that would help."
"Why would you do that? Why would you help me?" she asked.
"That's why you came in, because you need help and were hoping you could find it here."
"Hey Salvatore, Bren. This here lady needs some help movin her stuff to a new pad. You guys help her and I'll drop the tab."
"No problem Phae."
"Yeah no prob."
"There you go I'd trust those two guys wit my sister."
"Thanks. Thanks alot Phae."
Phae looked up to take note of where the gentleman had decided to finally park. As he did he caught the tell-tale look of a man wanting a stiff drink.
"Hand tight 'chere, I'll be back wit ya in a sec."
Phae made his way around the open end of the bar. As he passed into the tabled section of his establishment he unconsciously pulled the dish towel off his left shoulder, swung it down striking his leg and placed it back over his right shoulder. A change in the lighting caught his attention as another gentleman passed him on his way to the far end off the bar, away from everyone else.
'Quint's back in town.' Phae thought to himself as he stopped an arm's length away from the table who's occupant had originally drew him out from behind the bar.
It was then Phae took notice of the similiarities between this guy and Quint. They both had a weathered warrior kind of appearance, not to mention the fact that the man sitting at the table only had one eye.
"What can I do ya for?"