Moran was hardly the most welcome customer in the bar in recent days. It was completely understandable, really--even to him. After all, he had only shot one of their most beloved bartenders for the entire network to see and gotten off with only a week in the brig and a month's ban from the shooting range.

Even if it had taken him a good five minutes of negotiation and argument just to get one glass of whiskey out of any of the bartenders, that shot was well worth it. Even if he'd been punched twice in the face after that incident and the bruising still hasn't faded even a week later, it was all worth it. Months without firing a gun at anything living or breathing or moving had him pacing the floor. That shot proved to him that his nerve was still there. Then, as he sat in the bar with his glass, he was somewhat satisfied and incredibly smug. Even if he wasn't remotely drunk.