Rigo J. Mortis
I walked into the local pub. I was excited. For once, I had finished all my work for the day before dinner. It was such a relief, I was ready to celebrate. I approached the bar, set my beret on the counter and placed almost a quarter of the days' earnings beside it.
"How much scotch can I get for this, Joe?" I pointed at the money on the counter.
"Don't worry buddy. It'll be enough to keep you busy for a while." The bartender and I were on a first name basis because I spent so much time asking him questions, but sometimes I felt like he forgot mine. Just how many crime-ridden detectives could he be dealing with at once, anyway? He took the money and brought me a fifth and a glass. "Take your time though, eh?"
I looked around at the busy pub. There were quite a few interesting looking people about.