Milliways prides itself on good service. So, in the light of
recent events, it's perhaps a good thing that there are bartenders working this afternoon. Indy and Mike are here to serve, though here is a loose term at best. They've talked, and neither of them look like their usual chipper selves. So much for leaving personal lives at homethis is their personal life, and this is home... for now.
Having quickly established that there's a problem with Bar, Indy puts an announcement up on the Specials Board:
WE APOLOGIZE FOR THE SPEED OF SERVICE
Due to circumstances beyond our control, Bar is running a little slow
We hope to have normal service resumed soon
Sorry for any inconvenience
There are no Specials. Today is in no way special, except in the respect that there is Massive Doom On All Fronts™. There's no witty banter between the guys, for any of number reasons. Without ceremony, they get in position at either end of the bar and prepare to take orders.
"What'll it be folks? Two tenders, no waiting."
[Summary: Full
summary in Back Room.]