422 - Figging Welcome

The Puckered Fig was now often the locus of political argument. Good for business.  I'd relaxed my 'no politics rule', at least outside on the patio, since people arguing tended to drink a great deal more… and my bouncers did know how to spot the drunk who'd decided that fists would more rapidly make his political point, and haul him off. The orator hired to speak from the step was being