After every mission, no matter how draining the mission was, it was practically tradition to get a drink after.

Once you got to your favorite seat and got comfortable you waited for howdy to finish other drink orders for other mobsters and patrons. Tapping the bar top and not paying much attention, Howdy spoke up.

"What can I get for you?" His voice was the same emotionless mess as always. He filled a glass with ice, waiting for your drink order.