After an afternoon of putting Nova and Cortez through their paces out back, and after a hot shower, Doc finds himself at the bar in search of a cup of hot chocolate. Instead, he finds a napkin asking him to bartend.
He deliberates for a minute, and then writes up a quick specials board.
Half off
Woodford Reserve
Hot ChocolateBourbon
Anything I don't have to mix
And then he thanks the rats for the giant crockpot full of the delicious bourbon hot chocolate, pours himself a mug (with a liberal marshmallow mountain on top) and settles in to run Happy Hour.
"Happy Hour's up!"
[open for at least next 4 hours, with possible dinner break at some point.]