“The leader of those punks who is always bragging?”
Looking for someone was common here, and the bartender was used to it.
Alice remembered they only took cash, so she placed a bill on the table. “I have some… business dealings with them.”
“Business...,” the bartender's tone was somewhat meaningful. He took Alice's tip, thought for a moment, and then told her, “Iron Hands Bob, is an infamous punk, always followed by a group of other punks. They used to sell electronic drugs, which is a kind of chip. It gives you extreme pleasure by inserting it into the biological slot, but is highly addictive. Then they had trouble with a badass, and Bob lost his hands and became Iron Hands Bob.”
The bartender stopped after introducing Bob’s history.
Alice took out another bill. “And now?”
“This
