A man of short stature bearing a sweater vest and over-sized glasses awkwardly shuffles into the bar. He glances around nervously, twiddling his thumbs for a bit until he relaxes with a sigh, gets a drink from the bartender who knows better than to look him in the eyes, and sits down at the table. "Hey guys!" he chirps in a nasal tone. "You won't believe what happened to me on my way over here! So, I was walking down the street when some woman tried to kill me! She gave me this soul-crushing stare before she pulled out a can of pepper spray and was ready to dump that stuff in my eyes and presumably stab me. Still, I ran away screaming, so everything's OK." He takes a sip from his gin and tonic and sinks into his seat. He glances around at everyone, their heads jerked away from him. "Is something wrong guys? Is there something on my face. Hey, miss in the green, can you take a look? Ultimately, she darts her eyes to his face then back to her plate quickly. He jerks and turns his eyes to his drink. "Why did you look at me like that?" He twitches, and sniffs his drink before taking a sip. Abruptly, he sprays it out over the table and jumps back, his eyes quivering in fear. Other members of the tavern are starting to look at him, and he notices. "You're all out to get me! Poison my drink? Hah! So original! I've survived so many assassination attempts like this. You'll never catch me!" With that he sprints out of the tavern, passing another person entering. "Also, watch out for that guy. She only talks in rhyme!"