Happy Hour
Donatello comes downstairs very, very cautiously. He steps behind the bar, looking around bemusedly at the array of bottles, garnishes, shakers, stirrers and assorted bar paraphernalia.
Donnie doesn't hang out in bars. Donnie doesn't even drink. Nevertheless, Mike can't take his shift, so. Donnie is bartending.
He picks up a piece of chalk and writes Happy Hour Specials in large neat letters on the board.
There is a long pause.
Finally he picks up the chalk again.
Happy Hour Specials
I'm not sure what the typical special should be, so I'm willing to experiment with suggestions from the patrons, perhaps using beer as a control against which to measure the popularity of-
He runs out of room, sighs, and sets the chalk down.
Happy Hour is officially open.
Donnie doesn't hang out in bars. Donnie doesn't even drink. Nevertheless, Mike can't take his shift, so. Donnie is bartending.
He picks up a piece of chalk and writes Happy Hour Specials in large neat letters on the board.
There is a long pause.
Finally he picks up the chalk again.
Happy Hour Specials
I'm not sure what the typical special should be, so I'm willing to experiment with suggestions from the patrons, perhaps using beer as a control against which to measure the popularity of-
He runs out of room, sighs, and sets the chalk down.
Happy Hour is officially open.