Clyde Froggins

"Thanks." said Rimas, he then gave the barkeep the amount of money needed to rent his room.

Rimas walked back into the bar and up to the counter, "Hey, I just realized that I don't have a place to stay for tonight, mind if I rent a room?" He asked, He seemed a little embarrassed at the fact he had just left and almost immediately came back, even though he was doing his best to hide it.

"Here." Rimas said before dropping the money owed on the counter. "I'll see ya later." With that, Rimas got up and left.

"Sounds good." Rimas said before finishing the last of his drink, "How much do I owe ya for the whiskey?"

"Thank you." He said before taking a large gulp of whisky, "You wouldn't happen to have any jobs I could take, would ya?"

Rimas walked through the doors and took an empty seat at the bar, "Your strongest alcohol please," He said in his deep, gruff voice, "in the biggest cup you have." He had just failed another job and he was angered so he needed something to take the edge off, he scratched his blood-red beard whilst considering what to do next. He didn't seem to realize what had gone on in the bar and even if he did, he probably wouldn't care.

@Ark1002, I need to tell you something.

Story time!

So I could, if I wanted to, write any sort of fanfiction about the Alleyverse? Fantastic!

I am egg.

Nothing, and I don't know why.