A Mysterious Riddle

A beer shop

Footsteps follow an uneven pattern towards the beer shop. A door was forcedly pushed by an old man's quaking hands. Shop engaged with a load of boozers. Half-knot tied with groggy posture, feet quaking at the beer counter.

"Welcome, gentleman. How can I make your day?" said the shop owner.
"If baked malt and barley that fermented into so-called fabric wine could soothe my nerves, then pour one quarter," said Ret. Burney William.

"Nicely described, sir; yes, it can touch your invisible sense of nerve to draw your own cherish summer sun that can blossom rays of happiness in the night."But here, liquid is mostly served to tanked men who have lost interest in their lives, like a worker who has lost interest in their job, or a hopeless person who has given up on their broken dreams... some Romeos, like succouring humans or so-called unfinished lovers, come to drink, of course, to forget their ex. "Irony is that they drink and memorise beautiful chapters spent with their loved ones and argue they won't be able to forget them," said Mr. Hasley Tale [shop owner].

"Yeah, yeah..." It made a bit more sense. This whole verdict must be related to one source and might have glimpsing blue eyes like yours... but anyway, I liked your fortune predicting move to throw a net on the mind of your customer. Your eyes must be the guns that hit all of Boozer's minds.

"Oh, thanks sir for your words. Yeah, my past encountered me to fold up all these experiences that I said." But, it's a busy night today and I must move to my work, but wait in your honour. I want to tell you something. You need a person that has common thoughts and is passionate in their commitments. This Scottish wine and Mr. Irwin, who is sitting right next to you, are of the same nature and can make your night memorable as well.
"Don't you know exactly why I am here?" I am running short of time. If you make this quick, this whole mysterious chapter will end soon. "Said Mr. Burn angrily to Mr. Hasley."

"Sorry sir, I think you are fully drunk. Here the crowd are waiting to pour more wine. "Pardon me, but I have to put my hand in the service," Mr. Hasley said harshly. Mr. Burn grabs the collar of Mr. Hasley and says, "You will not go anywhere unless you tell me why you have called me here." My life was ruined because of you. This cold night made me lose many things. The blue ink pot there in your left pocket, pour on some paper and tell me what it says to do". Meanwhile, bouncers reach and manage to kick Mr. Burn out of the bar.

"I don't understand why people drink so much that they can't vomit sensible words." Meanwhile a man reaches to pay the bill. He lends $50. "$15 and 5 cent total bill Sir". Mr Hasley put its hand in his pocket, and shocked. A Black labelled Roca inkpot spotted in left one. "it..it...it is impossible. What the hell ! how inkpot came into my pocket and how that man knew. He was definitely telling the truth. "Said Mr Hasley. He immediately rushes towards the door. As he opens the Bar door, he founds crowd gathered in rainy night watching a dead body on the road. It was LATE RET. BURNER WILLIAM.
 
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