This wasn't the ideal place he would've chosen for the interview, far preffering the Three Broomsticks to the urine smelling, strange-men haunt that was the Hogshead. However, he assumed that the interviewe probably didn't want to be recognized and thus decided to choose the Hoghead, which was slightly emptier though there was a greater chance of being overheard.
He continued to munch on his apple, checking the time periodically. Ten minutes later, his apple was finished and there still wasn't anyone. Fifteen minutes later, it became clear that he wasn't going to show up at all.
'Well that was a complete waste of time,'he thought grumpily. He threw the apple core which he had been fiddling around with, carelessly on the table and tapped a drum beat on the table, thinking about what he should do now. Jarad wondered vaugely what happened to his interviewe. Either he got cold feet when perhaps ( and Jarad was quite smug about this) he heard about Jarad's reputation as an unapologizing spin artist. 'Either that, he thought, ' Or the man simply decided to walk away without telling me. I wouldn't past the bastard. Jarad wasn't all to fond of politicians (and they weren't too fond of him) because he considered them a bunch of lying, cheating, scumbags. However, as they were essential to his writing, it was quite unavoidable to have to come into contact with them.
'Well, Jarad thought, now spinning the apple core on the table, 'If that guys not gonna show up, might as well order an Odgen's. Odgen's Fire Whisky was Jarad's favorite drink, and he had it at nearly every opportunity. He got up from where he was sitting and went up to the bartable and sat on the stool, waiting for one of the bartender's to come.



