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"Close enough by that I can stumble home." Will says with a smile before taking another sip of beer. "In my line of work you learn all the ins and outs of a place. I could probably get wasted at that place across town and still manage to stumble home before dawn, not that I'd want to try it." He doesn't bother to add that in his line of work it wasn't all that uncommon for someone to be waiting for him in a dark alley somewhere along his route home. Nothing major had happened yet, thankfully, but once a dissatisfied client had stalked him from this very bar and was apparently going to try and kill him, but then she broke down in tears. "So you're a writer huh? Wrote anything I might have read?"

Although Will was always seen with a detective novel of some sort in his hand he had a vast collection of books in his apartment. Ranging from history to horror to just about everything else. In truth he hadn't read most of them, but it was nice to have them around.

When the door opens again he looks up to see two people walk in, a man and woman. For a moment he mistakes them for a couple, but then he recognizes their faces. He'd seen the two of them in here before, and if he was remembering right they were brother and sister. Neither of them really frequented the bar, it was usually just to celebrate or something. Tonight it looked like they were drinking whiskey, and if he heard the woman right her brother had gotten a promotion or something like that. Just as she gave the reason for the drinks someone put a quarter in the jukebox and Ramblin' Man begins to play. Shrugging, the detective turns back to his beer and his company.

"Hey, just so long as you don't lose your lunch on the counter I'll keep pouring them." Jack says, shaking his head at the siblings. Hearing Vicky calling him he looks up and nods. "I'll be right back, got another customer waiting, excuse me." Walking down to the far end of the bar Jack slings his washcloth over one shoulder and leans in a bit to hear Vicky. "What's up?"

"Those guys in the corner there, the ones playing pool? They're starting to get a little rowdy. Maybe you should cut them off for the night, unless you want to replace another couple of cues." Vicky says, nodding to one of the four pool tables on the far side of the bar.

Unlike the usual crowd, this group was made up of several collage kids. There was a small table against the wall covered in empty beer bottles, and despite the music he could hear raised voices. If he had to guess they were arguing about a bet one of them had made on the game. It was definitely the right time to cut them off, so Jack gives the okay for Vicky not to worry about them for a little while unless they want a soda or something. If worse cam to worse he could run them out.