Dear G-Ted,
I think I've seen 'im.
One of the stealth blondes who hangs her sorrows over the edge of the oak at my local pub came in with a newbie last night, and she was lookin a bit star-crossed. He fits the description ya gave, 'cept the the earring looked a bit chewed on (she's been known to do that sort of thing).
He kept splittin up with her to drop a fiver into the cherry master, and after a few whacks he gave the face plate a punchin' that nearly facilitated it's own payout.
He'd keep goin back to her like a junkie... gulping shots of Powers... turning on the charm... I don't see much in them close-set eyes (as you put it), but apparently she does. It won't be long before she's tapped out cause somthin tells me he ain't the marryin' kind.
I'll check his label next time he's in... after I hide my wallet, that is.
Thanks for the warning.
Peace
