*He waves Acon of with a chuckle, and fills the two glasses, handing one to me.* "So, what's your grand plan, Ace? Gonna rob convenience stores and old women?" *I shoot him a look, swishing the contents of the glass around.* "No...I noticed something the other day. I don't want you to step on my plans, Ronnie, I'm sorry." *He nods.* "I understand, to each his own." *He downs the glass. I sip mine slowly.* "Well...thanks for the drink, but I'm gonna go set up shop." *I stand, and Ronnie does as well.* "I'll tag along, help you get set up, okay?" *I nod.* "Thanks, man." *We walk out of the bar, Ronnie leaving a substantial tip on the table.*