Ruiz: "I'm in your bar, come over and let's talk."
Jimmy paused for a moment, "Okay, give me a few minutes."
Jimmy washed his hands, changed clothes, and went out.
What's going on? He had just met Hughes this morning, and Ruiz already knew?
Jimmy arrived at the bar and saw Ruiz sitting by the bar, with a drink in front of him. It looked like he had already had quite a bit to drink. Woody had just put away the bottle he used to pour the drink.
Jimmy: "Woody, give me a beer." He turned to look at Ruiz, "What's wrong? You don't look so good."
Ruiz swirled the whiskey in his glass, keeping his eyes on it without looking up, just letting out a simple "Hmm."
Jimmy took the beer bottle, reached out, and patted Ruiz, "Let's go, we'll talk inside."
Ruiz stood up and followed Jimmy to the small room, a place not usually open to others, so Jimmy wasn't worried about anyone being inside.
Sitting on the sofa, Jimmy took a sip of his beer before asking: "What happened?"
