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Gene wanders in, slightly the worse for wear. When Bar presents him with a napkin reminding him, in no uncertain terms, that he has still yet to pay any of his tab, plus there's the bill for that scanner he broke on top of it...well, he knows what's coming.
'Nope.'
Another napkin.
'Not interested.'
There's a pause for thought. And then an iPad appears on the counter.
'...what. Is that?'
The screen moves. An image appears. Gene prods at it suspiciously a couple of times, scowling at it around his fag.
...an hour later, after the prodding and swearing has reached a level even he finds unacceptable, he walks behind the bar with the iPad still in his hands. One reaches out blindly for chalk:
HELP
Bar's open.
[OOC: Mun is celebrating being done with essays for the term! As such, this is open allllll weekend for tagging; if anyone wants to thread with him but can't make it tonight, feel free to hit him up at any point over the next few days. :D Annnd, the sore throat and getting-late hour is winning. I'll pick up everything tomorrow, people - thanks for tagging! Still open to new threads as well. :)]