The Fanciest Cigars Around (open)

by **Johnny Colt** September 26th 2012, 3:54 am

Havana, Cuba filled with more tourists than residents, was a nice place to spend a few worry-free days. Beaches, fine cigars, and beautiful women as far as the eye could see. There were many small outdoor bars near the beach where one could find good drink, a smoke, and maybe a nice conversation. Perhaps not-so-nice when the conversation was with Johnny Colt as he tended to get on the nerves of anyone with at least one working ear. He had never been to Cuba, but while visiting in between jobs, he had decided to take up smoking. His regenerative powers prevented him from developing cancer so what was there to risk to the addictive poison?

"Ahhh, to indulge yourself without worry of the dreaded C-Word." Johnny Colt, mercenary extraordinaire, was enjoying a fine Cuban cigar in a fine Cuban city. "Havana, Cuba! Greatest place on Earth, eh, barkeep? You must love living here, don't cha?" The weary-eyed bar tender looked Johnny in the eyes before he mustered the strength to reply. "Actually sir, I live in the cuartería where life is not so much beautiful." "You're killin' my buzz, man. I'm gonna find someone else to talk to. Keep it real." "Aye, senor,"[color=white] said the poor, weary-eyed bartender as he moved away to tend to his other patrons.

Havana really was quite a pleasant place to be. Perhaps not the best place to live, what with being a communist country and all, but it was a nice place to visit every now and then.

Johnny looked around taking in the beautiful scenery, wondering what the hell a cuarteria might be. He dapped the cigar with his finger before turning in his seat to find someone else to talk to.