Happy Hour
When he comes in from working outside that afternoon, Bar gives him a note with his bottle of water asking if he minds tending for Happy Hour. Doc considers it, a moment, then nods. Maybe she knew he needed something to distract his mind from everything else going on. "Back in a few, I gotta grab a shower first." He heads upstairs, showers and changes, and then settles himself behind the bar a short time later.
Happy Hour Specials
Four Horsemen
Sex in the Desert
Rum Runner Island Style
Recite a few lines of poetry and drink half off all night.
He dusts the chalk off of his hands, sets the book of cocktails aside, and after quickly looking over the area behind the counter to refresh his memory in regards to where everything is, he grabs a towel and throws it over his shoulder. There's coffee going behind him, already, since he knows he'll need it soon enough, and he waits for someone to ask for a drink.
Happy Hour Specials
Four Horsemen
Sex in the Desert
Rum Runner Island Style
Recite a few lines of poetry and drink half off all night.
He dusts the chalk off of his hands, sets the book of cocktails aside, and after quickly looking over the area behind the counter to refresh his memory in regards to where everything is, he grabs a towel and throws it over his shoulder. There's coffee going behind him, already, since he knows he'll need it soon enough, and he waits for someone to ask for a drink.