Mark glanced back at Len, who looked rougher than usual, and then down at the myriad of papers and cards that presumably came from this kids wallet. He took a seat next to him, "Not so fast," Mark replied, "What kind of men would we be if we claimed to run this place and didn't get to know some of our more interesting customers? Especially ones with as many different identities as yourself."
He wondered if Len had noticed the kid's drinking patterns, assuming he had been in the bar all night as well.