Wither the Wyrd was with Rust tonight. Or Rust was dreaming. Rust finds two open stools and set himself down in one.
Rust realizes he is back where hestarted. And has made a new 'friend' in the process.
Maybe this was a dream.
"I choose my poisens wisely. Wouldn't want to tarnish my good name." Rust waits for Chantay to order before asking for the same. He has seen other more successful guys do it.