Strike One.
The Bar is a disaster area. Bottles fallen everywhere.
Broken. In pieces. Wait rats still working everywhere.
Strike Two.
There is a green glow hologram floating over her bar.
No. Not kidding. A
green glow hologram over her bar.
Strike Three.
"What do you mean we only have these ingredients? We stock several universes."
"No. Of course, I can't
predict earthquakes. Last I checked you didn't have 'em."
"It's fine. I'll manage." Jo. Middle of the mess. "Go to sleep."
Glass gets kicked. Specials get written. Then, Jo's busy with the mess.
Specials
Borrowed TimeThe End of the RoadThe End of the World Half-off if you help clean up any part of the bar