There's a teenaged boy sitting at one of the tables. The table is half-covered with homework (which he's doing), and there's a mostly-eaten chocolate sundae by his left elbow.

He's smiling slightly, the kind of slight smile that isn't so much associated with homework (even by those who actually enjoy doing it) as with Dastardly Plotting™.

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He's sitting on the ceiling, sipping at a cup of tea and acting like it's the rest of the bar who's playing funny business with gravity. There's a little pink and red bobbly sort of creature sitting on his head (or floating beneath him?) sipping at the cup every so often as well. That said, the handsome young man on the ceiling isn't opposed to