Nothing bad happens to you at the bar. Even though Arcata Bill is gritting his teeth with rage and drinking a whole pitcher by himself. You bail while he is in the Men's room. But he catches up with you later that night. You are walking the two hour walk home. Someone must have told him you left on foot. He drives by slow in his shiny new car. He spits a nasty thick green wad of phlegm on you then speeds off honking his horn and flipping you off.