When Jack comes down to the bar tonight, all he wants is a drink.
Instead, what he get is a note, in Bar's 'handwriting'.
Your turn. The book of drink recipes is on the counter.
"Oh, no. No way, Bar. I've paid my tab."
Yes way. I need my beauty sleep.
Five futile minutes later, Jack's standing behind the bar, looking mutinous. Behind him the
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