Following the one called Zoshonel, he took the painkillers. "Thanks." With that, he popped one into his mouth and dry swallowed it. Placing the little pill bottle in his pants pocket, he went over to where his trench coat was lying on the dirt. Picking it up, he inspected the damage.
Seeing that the only damage to it was that a chunk of it was burned off by the acid, he tossed it on, took the pad from his back pocket, put it and the pills in the inner pocket of the coat, he said "Well, thanks for all your help. Now I need a damn drink." Limping to the bar, he slouched on the stool next to Parker.
"Hey Bartender!" He said "Give a bottle of something that wont screw with these pain killers" As he said this, The Bartender went looking under the bar. Pulling out a dusty bottle, Hunt dropped a $5 note on the bench. Wiping some of the dust off, he saw the lable read 'Olvi' Cracking the lid, he downed half the bottle in one big gulp.
"So, Parker was it? Where you from, man?"