"Okay, this way," said Chaos. "Free beer this way, follow the tall and hansome guy!"
Chaos headed to the pub round the corner. The manager came to greet him as he entered.
"I need a word," said Chaos. "In private, preferably."
"I'm sorry, Mr Stevens, I am a very busy man," said the manager. "Anything you have to say, you can say here and now."
"Okay," shrugged Chaos. "It seems you've been making some friends of mine rather angry. Namely... Don Fandango. Does the name ring a bell, Slick?"
"I already pay the Don all we agreed," said the manager nervously.
"But you don't, do you?" asked Chaos. "You haven't been paying your share for the last three months. And apart from that, you've kept Leon's tab going. How could you do a thing like that?"
Chaos shook his head slowly.
"Mr Stevens, you must understand," said the manager. "I have a business to run, I cannot give favours."
"In that case," said Chaos, pulling a dagger from his belt. "You're fired."
He thrust the dagger into the manager's throat and took a cellphone from his pocket. He dialed a number as he dragged the dead manager outside.
"Stevens here," he said. "Tell Fandango I took the barkeep out, just like he asked. Pay? All taken care of, Slick. Yeah, I'm taking the bar. Ten grand on the top? Wicked. Put it in the usual account, Slick. Adios."
He came back inside, wiping the blood from his hands.
"Ten grand in cash, my own bar, and all the free booze I can find," said Chaos. "I love this job. Oh, and Leon. I'll halve your tab, because I'm feeling generous."
10000 posts at last! w00t! Okay, I'm off into a quiet retirement. Don't bother me.