Late one night a man wanders up to the clubhouse. He is dirty and disheveled, looks like he has been living in the mountains for the last few weeks. He is very skinny with a large beard, he reeks of cheap whiskey.

'Eyyyy? Can a guy get a drink round Ere?'

Sam looked the guy over from inside to see if there was any set up. He motioned for two of his personal ghouls to check outside and the other two to bring the man in.

The man appears to be alone. Aside from usual traffic on the road nothing looks out of the ordinary. The man apparently came on foot. He is dirty and looks like hes been walking for days.

He grins through crooked or missing teeth at the two men as they approach him.

'Whats flappin Bruthas! You got some hooch in here for an old sailor. I got frog skins...'

Sam gave a nod to his people to feed the man his booze and then said,
"Welcome home then sailor. Drink up.
What brings you so far out?"

Something just didn't add up here and Sam intended to find out what.

You have a descrïption in mind for this place or should i just ad lib it? Im flying blind here.
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'I just like to get away from the lights and the noise.' He moves a finger back and forth in front of his face and follows the tip with his eyes, as if testing his own sobreiety...

'Since when have all you boys been hangin around here?..'

Sam looked at the man in an odd way and then said, "We've been here about thirty years give or take. Where have you been old timer?"

'Thirty years you say?.. did you inherit the place from your grandpappy?' The odd, dirty man laughs like hes choking. He drinks down anything he is given, his bloodshot eyes rolling back and forth the room to get a feel for the place...

Sam grinned and said, "No old timer I didn't get it from Grandpa. This is a biker club house and I got the place as president of the club in my own turn. Grew up elsewhere.

So what's your story?"

2008-08-09 09:19:08 Radiation rolls 3 dice to lies lies lies 8,9,9 (3 successes)
Roll a perception and Empathy to see if things 'add up' to Sam.
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'Im just a thirsty old man. Ive been camping up in the mountains for a few weeks. Im headed into town to get some more supplies.'

The man has shifty eyes and drinks like a fish.

'How many of you young-uns are round this place anyway?'

Now Sam was getting a bit ticked off. He didn't mind feeding the old geezer some booze but what was with all the questions?

Sam said, "There's enough of us out here.
Why all the questions?
You a cop or writing a fucking book?"

'Geez. How about some respect for ya elders? Im an old man whos been sittin in the woods by himself for two weeks!'

The guy gives Sam a quick glare.

'This aint one of them, all guy all the time Bars is it?...You got village people on the jukebox alot?'

He clearly went beyond old man mouth and right into deliberately trying to be mean. Or maybe its just the booze...

Sam motioned to his two ghouls and said, "Time for you to leave old man. You've drank enough free booze and paid insults. Toss him out guys.."

The old man is an easy drag for the ghouls. He keeps shouting insults the whole way out, and will even drop his pants to bare his skinny white ass and moon everyone before running off into the woods again...

One of them crazy hillbillies for sure.

Sam looked to his crew and said,
"Don't let the old fart in again. Bounce him harder next time too. Some people have no manners at all...."