The bartender was actually really happy to see that card. He didn't mind fights when the damages didn't come out of his pockets...and the bikers never coughed up for their shit. Logan's whiskey was on the house...and came down, dusty, off the top shelf. He could let that aged bottle go just to see the bikers get their asses kicked cost-free.

"Shot, forgot about those pain chips. Way out here they still got that lead based shit don't they? Damn, I almost feel sorry for people growing up here." people from small towns were also notoriously proud of that fact. Vic could practically hear the bristling. "So, let's make a list..." he swung about on his bar stool to face the corner and lean back against the bar comfortably.

"One..." he held up a finger "Repaint your houses. Lead free for the future. Two..." another finger "Power lines and electric fences aren't fun toys. You need the jolt lick a battery. And finally...she may be easy meat, but no fucking your sister, cousin, or mother."

That got the whole table standing. Victor figured things were going well.