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<blockquote data-quote="Tex Cruise" data-source="post: 1256222" data-attributes="member: 9730">I had a similar thing in my local about a year ago. Maybe four or five of us in the bar plus the barman. A traveller comes in. Skinny, covered in tatts, unwashed, and literally twitching off his dial. A crazed, murderous rage in his eyes I've never seen before, like he's really working hard to hold it together and get some drinks without exploding. Glances went around the now silent bar that said &quot;Be on your toes, boys&quot;The barman had to go out the back to get his order, which I'm sure you can already guess was four cans of whiskey and cola.After a few seconds of very tense silence, which I figured was only going to make him worse, and being that he was standing between me and the bloke I had been talking to, and directly in my line of sight to the tv, I made the decision to very calmly engage him. &quot;s'goin mate? On your way through?&quot;I watched as his drug fucked brain processed what was going on before he replied&quot;Yeah mate, just heading to [city]&quot;I knew this was a risky thing to do, that if my expression or tone could at all be misconstrued, shit would hit the fan. I also knew just from the glances of the other patrons that if he so much as moved suddenly, it would be raining barstools on his head in an instant.The barman returned and placed the four pack on the bar.&quot;Ah well, got a few roadies, you're set now&quot; I said&quot;That's it&quot; he replied and cracked a very slight smileThis was a critical moment because for some reason, a lot of people seem to expect&nbsp; booze at supermarket chain prices in a country pub and get pissed off when they hear the price. But he paid in cash, said &quot;Seeya fellas&quot; and headed on his way, probably to kill someone.The other guys in the bar were not my close friends, I can't remember if I even knew them all, but the most subtle of glances was enough to be sure that we were all on the same page.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Tex Cruise, post: 1256222, member: 9730"] I had a similar thing in my local about a year ago. Maybe four or five of us in the bar plus the barman. A traveller comes in. Skinny, covered in tatts, unwashed, and literally twitching off his dial. A crazed, murderous rage in his eyes I've never seen before, like he's really working hard to hold it together and get some drinks without exploding. Glances went around the now silent bar that said "Be on your toes, boys" The barman had to go out the back to get his order, which I'm sure you can already guess was four cans of whiskey and cola. After a few seconds of very tense silence, which I figured was only going to make him worse, and being that he was standing between me and the bloke I had been talking to, and directly in my line of sight to the tv, I made the decision to very calmly engage him. "s'goin mate? On your way through?" I watched as his drug fucked brain processed what was going on before he replied "Yeah mate, just heading to [city]" I knew this was a risky thing to do, that if my expression or tone could at all be misconstrued, shit would hit the fan. I also knew just from the glances of the other patrons that if he so much as moved suddenly, it would be raining barstools on his head in an instant. The barman returned and placed the four pack on the bar. "Ah well, got a few roadies, you're set now" I said "That's it" he replied and cracked a very slight smile This was a critical moment because for some reason, a lot of people seem to expect booze at supermarket chain prices in a country pub and get pissed off when they hear the price. But he paid in cash, said "Seeya fellas" and headed on his way, probably to kill someone. The other guys in the bar were not my close friends, I can't remember if I even knew them all, but the most subtle of glances was enough to be sure that we were all on the same page. [/QUOTE]

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