Engage in conversation with Tony.
The bum at the back of the bar picks up all of his bottles but then trips over his own feet and falls face first onto the floor. Fletcher decides to pull out a bottle for himself, as well.
: Hey man, what's shaking?
: I thought you were running some drugs today.
: Nah, someone busted the cook I was staying with, couldn't get the drugs. Place is crawling with feds. Thank god I was at the store when they came in. They're sayin' we got us a rat.
: Any idea who squealed?
: Everyone's pointing fingers at everyone. A lot of people are saying it was me since I front by working for the newspaper, but I'd never run a story like that. Even running something remotely about drugs would get me capped.
: And I'd rather not come hunt down my main man.
: Yeah I'd rather you not either, you hard motherforgeter you. Boss wants to see me in a few days, wish me luck. So what about you, I thought you had a case you were working on, what brings you here?
: Just checkin' on all my bases, I guess. Any business happening later tonight?
: Fletcher's been having some talk about holding a fight tonight with some new guy in town, everyone's gonna be bettin' on whoever fights him. He sounds like a real chump. Maybe
you could finally sign up?
: Eh, I'll have to piss off for now. I'll think about it.
