I getcha son, I getcha..... *nudge nudge* *wink wink*

That evening....
Parotts Bar 2000
Owen was sitting at his darkened bar glumly, wiping the top down with
a dirty dishcloth. Suddenly, there was a creak as the door was
pushed open, and a furtive looking man wearing a trenchcoat with the
collars turned up walked in. He looking behind him suspiciously as
he closed the door slowly behind him.
As the strangely dressed man sidled up to the bar, Owen noticed that
what he had first taken to be a trenchcoat, was in fact a tailored
lab coat. It had been died brown, and had overly large collars sewed
on, but it was definately a lab coat. It even had a spatula and a
pencil in the breast pocket. Za... the unknown man tripped over a
bar stool in the gloomy bar before jumping to his feet and taking off
his dark sunglasses.
"So, what can I do for you, Columbo?" smiled Owen.
"Oi! Enough of your lip!" snarled the unidentified man. "I have an
interesting proporsition for you...."
"Oh really?" said the welshman, trying to stop grinning.
"Yeah, I hear you've got a bit of a problem with the new drinking
establishment that's opened up nearby, and I think I may be able to
erm... limit the competition....." the man said, leaning nonchalantly
against the bar, not noticing that his elbow was in a pool of beer.
"What, Penny owe you a favour?" queried Owen, still smiling.
"Huh? No, I was just thinking that it would be an awful shame if the
erm, clientle of a certain bar were to stop going there, because of
the slipping standard of the drinks there...." the mysterious
stranger (yeah, right) casually let his coat fall open, showing a
series of vials and small bottles hidden in the lining. "I got your
emetics, your laxatives, your hallucinogens, your diuretics, I even
got some aphrodisiacs.... I think you know what I'm getting at...."
"I don't know... Seems a bit dodgy...." Owen pondered.
The dodgy looking man closed his coat, walked over to the end of the
bar, shaking his sleeve, and quickly pocketed a pack of peanuts.
"Look, I can see that you're a busy man," he said, looking around the
deserted bar, "I'll let you think it over. I'll be in touch if you
change your mind." He made to leave, but Owen caught his sleeve,
looking around to check that no-one was around.
"Actually, there maybe something you can help with...."
Outside Owen's bar
A couple of minutes later, a mysteriously dressed man left Parotts
Bar 2000, minus a couple of bottles of aphrodisiacs, and walked
furtively down the road.
Still wearing the sunglasses, the unidentified man bumped into
someone walking up to the turbolift.
"Hey, whats with the crazy gettup, Z.." Kayn started, getting into
the turbolift as well, before he was interupted.
"I'm sorry, you must have made a mistake, I've never met you before."
stated the man in a loud voice, before geting off at the Science
deck, and running away.
(OOC.- Sorry Owen, couldn't help it....)