Happy Hour
Another week has passed without Mike at the helm, and bar operations still haven't ground to a halt. Indy is somewhat proud of this fact, and was going to take a day off to reward his efforts. Unfortunately, his plans were thwarted when he realized it was his rostered day for bartending. So, maybe tomorrow...
Before he opens for business, on-hand stocks are checked and rearranged, and the following is scrawled onto the board:
DRINKS SPECIALS
Dreamsicle
Sweet Dream
Dreamy Winter Night
- Half price drinks for anyone injured through a nightmare -
He doesn't look overly enthused. But, unless there's a historic find at stake, when does he ever? Instead, lazily welcoming smiles and his laid-back manner prevail as he prepares to take some orders.
"It's Happy Hour, folks. What'll it be?"
Before he opens for business, on-hand stocks are checked and rearranged, and the following is scrawled onto the board:
DRINKS SPECIALS
Dreamsicle
Sweet Dream
Dreamy Winter Night
- Half price drinks for anyone injured through a nightmare -
He doesn't look overly enthused. But, unless there's a historic find at stake, when does he ever? Instead, lazily welcoming smiles and his laid-back manner prevail as he prepares to take some orders.
"It's Happy Hour, folks. What'll it be?"