*rummaging through the liquor stocks...where's the coffee, I have the baileys....ah screw it...pops the cap and sits on the middle of the bar to swig the bottle*
***Rushes a flaming Greta out of the Door to a cab destined for emerg**** and goes back to the bar in search of a flourescent purple goat chewed dress to clothe the unconcious Grets in, stops to have 6 fruitloop shooters on the way out...