Customers may notice Indy and Mike engaged in a conference behind the bar prior to their shift starting this evening. They both look slightly concerned, though they have no real reason to be. "I've got nothing," Indy declares blankly. "And neither does Bar by the looks." For there are sadly no constructive napkins materializing on the counter.
After an unhelpful shrug, Mike can be heard to ask "do we
have to do a theme every single time?" His creativity seems to be at a low ebb as well, possibly jaded or brain dead from all the time he's been spending with his nose in vampire books.
"No. But it's part of our
thing. The customers expect it," Indy replies dolefully. "We'd be letting them down."
Mike doodles idly on the chalkboard while Indy continues to brainstorm. But all subsequent offerings are deemed lame by one tender or the other. It's at this point that a certain Slayer, who's been sitting at the bar watching the debate, suddenly speaks up: "Guys, you know what always sells?"
The roommates turn and eye Mel suspiciously, but before either can protest, she's already jumped down and is hustling them through the swing doors and into the kitchen; Indy resisting only slightly more than Mike. And Mike isn't resisting at all, possibly because he jumped to an incorrect conclusion.
A few minutes pass, and then the men stride back out, both bare-chested under their waist coat and apron respectively. Mel is nowhere to be seen.
Indy heads for the Specials Board and sets to work scribbling furiously:
As an afterthought, he also adds a note stating:
Ladies Night - All drinks half price for women. Then, looking far more pleased with themselves, the two boys take their usual ends of the bar and await orders.
"What'll it be, folks? Two tenders, no waiting."