OK KIDS, PARTIES OVER. the real pub has opened. I'm out of here. Meet me next door.
I'm sitting in a pub sipping my pina colada, looking out over the Gulf of Mexico or the Atlantic or the Straits of Florida or maybe the Caribbean. It's all the same water, like if you stay up all night, you realize that it's all the same day just with different names. Speaking of days, isn't this "Wednesday??" NO ONE is in my pub. Please open the real pub and I'll delete this one. Or maybe transfer it over to yours. It's all the same pub.
reads note on the window, that he has been craning his neck to look into the empty pub inside
MEET US NEXT DOOR
"Oh. Right, then. I'm off."