It's a shortie

[Captain Enema]

[b]Belfast, The Smuggler's Inn[/b]

Mark St. Clair examined the dirty crowd in the bar around him. It's truly a disreputable bunch of villains that he's keeping company with on this miserable foggy Belfast night. Luckily no gunshots have torn a man's soul from his mortal coil have been heard and neither has any knives been used to cut a man's innards to finely sliced pate. St. Clair hoists his pint and enjoys a deep drink as he watches the couples and small groups converse and keep to themselves. What will happen next he wonders to himself as he also ponders sneaking into the lav for a quick snort of a certain pharmaceutical product not bought off the shelves of a chemist.