Johnny Lee staggered into the Rat's Hole Inn, a biker bar that he favored. Walking up to the bar, he slipped a twenty to the barkeep for a shot of whiskey.
"Son, you look like hell! What happened?" The barkeep asked.
"Not much, Jerry. Another lousy day at the office." Johnny replied as he downed the shot. "Thinkin' about gettin' some people t'gether fer this thing." he said.
"You mean like a band?" the Barkeeper asked. "I used t' play bass with some guys I met in the Air Force. Kinda was like a Who cover band."
"Maybe, Jerry. I was thinkin' fer bounty huntin' too. Still remember how t' fly?" Johnny asked.
"Not since 'Nam. Reckon it's like ridin' a bike though." Jerry replied as Johnny put down for another shot, but was denied the money. "Nah kid. This one's on me. You got me intrigued."
That was about a year ago today. Since then, Jerry stopped hunting bounty to return to the bar, but Johnny's still willing to get the gang together. Apply if you dare.