(OOC: Groove, you don't always have to post purely descriptive actions, take a little time to write down what your character is thinking and feeling, and take more time to describe your surroundings, and when you do post descriptive actions, make sure they're detailed.)
Tiger moved out of the surgery and began walking down the street, rubbing the bandage that still surround his chest, covering up the bullethole, the bullet had been removed, but the wound was still there, and still hurt.
Seeking to drown out the pain, Tiger walked into the saloon, nobody seemed to have moved since he had left, Zem, Braet, Johann and Peril were sat around, MoW was slumped at the bar, whilst Regal and Alawa were stood behind the bar, polishing glasses.
Tiger sat down on his stool. "A glass o' whiskey Regal." He said in his southern drawl.