16 year old Jim got a message from his older self, telling him chances to come to the bar would be virtually zero over the next month, so he'd better take one if it turned up. He didn't say why the chances would be zero, but that's par for the course.
So anyway, the kid's taken over a corner of the bar. There's a computer, a pile of junk food, textbooks, future!movies to watch and...apparently some fashion choices to make, if the magazines and bolts of cloth are anything to go by.
He's as botherable as he ever is. Possibly more than usual.