[There's a small tangle of of strings twanging as Greg jumps in his seat. Yeah, it's a little hard to miss the voice that's been echoing in the back of his head all day. It just about figures, after getting told off for not stepping up to handle things, now he's caught in the bar like a total bum.]
Yeah... no kidding.
[He clears his throat and tries to just focus on his guitar. Should he just leave? He doesn't want to pester this guy any more than he already has. It just doesn't feel right--barely even arrived, and he's already making adversaries.]
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Yeah... no kidding.
[He clears his throat and tries to just focus on his guitar. Should he just leave? He doesn't want to pester this guy any more than he already has. It just doesn't feel right--barely even arrived, and he's already making adversaries.]
It's crazy how fast things go downhill...