Max stepped into the room; it was early afternoon and the bar was particularly empty. It didn't tend to pick up until evening when the bands take to the stage. He glanced around and saw an old friend sitting in a booth and sipping Jack Daniels on the rocks. Max could see several cigarettes butted out in the ashtray as well, with several sheets of paper scattered about.
"Yo, Jimbo" Max said as he approached. He slid into the booth across from him.
"Max!" the fellow said as he saw his old friend approach him. "What you've been up to?"
"Oh, traveling," Max told him. "You know, like opening doors to here and there."
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