:: pours a Bombay Martini, dry, up with three olives::

No fancy names for the bar folks.

"Hey look, mister. We serve hard drinks in here for men who want to get drunk fast, and we don't need any characters around to give the joint "atmosphere"."

::drops a bunch of quarters into the jukebox (yeah, it's an old-school Wurlitzer) and punches up every Pink Floyd song it has::

::pours some Gentleman Jack and relaxes::