When Arcade slipped into the Bar today he did so with every intention of stealing the extra time to collate his papers and work through a particularly annoying set of titration results on his latest experiment. Bar, however, had other ideas.
"You want me to do what?"
Napkin.
"I've been paying as I go, you know. I don't see where I need to-"
Napkin.
"This really isn't something I'm particularly good at-"
Strongly worded napkin.
"... how did you get hold of my middle name?"
Nothing but an air of smugness this time; he sighs. "Oh, all right. But no telling anyone from home that I know how to do this. I'll never hear the end of it."
Specials
Atomic Cocktail
Bear vs. BullMutfruit Martini
Nelson Special Teach the bartender something medically useful about the plants or animals of the Mojave Desert and your drink is half off
What? He came here to work in the first place!
[tinytag: Arcade Gannon]