Stattick came staggering in late to the party with a hangover, and red bloodshot eyes. Without looking at anyone, he saddled up to the bar, and ordered some of that good canadian whiskey they'd just gotten in. He paid a small fortune, and took the whole bottle. He could feel the mood in the joint... you'd hear a pin drop in here. He lit up an expensive stogie and took a few puffs of the thing.
Then with some weariness, turned at last to face them. "So, I heard the news about Soku... I'd guess we still have a bootlegger around. Seein as how no one wants to meet my eye, I'll guess as to how the vote went tonight."
Stattick took a long swig off of the bottle, and turned to ask the barkeep what the vote was. He thought about it for a moment... it wasn't likely that anyone was going to change their vote, but if they did, he had to make sure that his might make the difference between getting burned or not.
"I think LadySky's the bootlegger... how else could she afford to bath in the stuff, eh?" Stattick took another deep swig of the hooch, and a couple more furious puffs of his stogie, before turning his back to the crowd once more at the bar. He was pretty sure of what was coming next, and didn't want to see it coming.