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Walking through the door with a cold case box tucked under one arm, John Munch is glad to see Milliways where he expected the squad room of the 1-6 to be. The idea of going through an old case from the comfort of a corner booth is much more appealing than sitting at his desk.
That is until he passes by the Bar and is stopped by a napkin-note.
"Really? That's tonight? C'mon, I've got all this work to do..."
He sighs, shakes his head and steps behind the bar anyway, setting the box down on the floor. Maybe he'll get to work on some of this stuff when it's quiet.
"You know I can't say no to a beautiful lady. Have a good rest, Toots."
Tonight's Specials
Everything half-off.
In any event, John Munch is here and it's Happy Hour time. Place your orders, Milliways!
That is until he passes by the Bar and is stopped by a napkin-note.
"Really? That's tonight? C'mon, I've got all this work to do..."
He sighs, shakes his head and steps behind the bar anyway, setting the box down on the floor. Maybe he'll get to work on some of this stuff when it's quiet.
"You know I can't say no to a beautiful lady. Have a good rest, Toots."
Tonight's Specials
Everything half-off.
In any event, John Munch is here and it's Happy Hour time. Place your orders, Milliways!