Chris shuddered. Another bar where he felt out of place. This one at least seemed classy; the waitresses had olden-day style dresses on though a few were on stage.
"Molly, how you do'in? What happened to your leg."
A man who looked all the world like an... entrepreneur shook her hand. Chris felt a bit distasteful at it all.
"It happened a while ago, while those crawlers came through town."
He shook his head. "Ah, that's too bad. What can I do for yah Molly?"
"I need some of the wages I've earned..."
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