-Siegol, with a tray of dead cigerattes near him began to light one more. A thunder roar was heard, The bar was almost empty, he felt ambivalence towards those who remained-- he was happy to have them spend their time and get drunk at his bar, but he felt unhappy how they decided to hangout hours on end. With a streak of lightning, and a large burp from what of the regulars, Siegol sighed. After a minute of sipping and other things, including loud profanities. Siegol sat on the other end of the counter, and sat on his own stool. With what was making him nervous, the rain began to dissipate slowly. But the sound of lightning and thunder was still ongoing from the distances.-