Jack approaches the bar carefully. He addresses the thin air, not entirely comfortably.
"I'd like two bottles of Guinness, and a Bourbon whiskey." Nothing happens.
"Please." He adds as an afterthought. Still nothing.
He looks round at the others for help, and Daniel inclines his head in a way that says 'Go on, get on with it.'
"Aw, for cryin' out loud." He coughs, and addresses Bar. "Look, doll, I'm sorry for zattin' ya. I was trying to zat someone else, who probably also didn't deserve it. Can I have my beer now?"
One bottle of beer appears, alongside a Bourbon whiskey and an empty packet of Froot Loops.
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"I'd like two bottles of Guinness, and a Bourbon whiskey." Nothing happens.
"Please." He adds as an afterthought. Still nothing.
He looks round at the others for help, and Daniel inclines his head in a way that says 'Go on, get on with it.'
"Aw, for cryin' out loud." He coughs, and addresses Bar. "Look, doll, I'm sorry for zattin' ya. I was trying to zat someone else, who probably also didn't deserve it. Can I have my beer now?"
One bottle of beer appears, alongside a Bourbon whiskey and an empty packet of Froot Loops.