The Bar at the End of the Universe

Jack has taken over the floor in front of the fireplace today, sprawled out comfortably with his head pillowed on the super-comfy stomach of Marley, who is napping contentedly and perfectly happy to serve the role of 'impromptu invisible pillow'.

At one point, he was trying to read a book for his English class, but at some point he just let it fall on his stomach and is now much more occupied by drowsily watching the fish swim around in the fire. It's way more interesting, anyway.

(Please don't step on him.)

Now that Jack actually knows what MIlliways is, he feels that maybe he can brave coming back and not... having his brain break from shock or something again. Happily, the Bar doesn't ask him to 'tend this time, which is good because Jack has Plans for this evening. Namely, he has a few books filched from the closest historical society that people would think he's really weird for reading, especially the one on local families. At the moment, he doesn't have any ghosts to take care of, but sooner or later they always seem to find out a mediator's come to town, and he'd rather know as much as he can first.

Also, here he can curl up on one of the couches in relative peace with his set of old books. Every once and a while, he absently raises his hand and rests it on what the supernaturally inclined might recognize as the ghost of a golden retriever. Otherwise, it just looks like he's petting the air. But hey, he figures that's probably the least of the bar's weirdness.

Both are botherable.

Oddly enough, though Jack is certainly a new face to Milliways, he does not seem particularly bothered by his new surroundings. This is because, coincidentally, he happened to be sneaking into a restaurant/bar anyway, so this is just par for the course. (At least, until he runs into his first non-human.)

He heads straight for the Bar, a Jack On a Mission, where he is confronted with a napkin that politely requests he take the happy hour shift.

He stares at it, dismayed, and hisses out, "I'm here to take your shift?"

Yes, the napkin seems to say. He glances around suspiciously, but whatever ghost is haunting this place, it's definitely not feeling the need to show itself. (This is the last time he follows up on a tip relayed by someone that's been senile for thirty years. And what kind of ghost actually sticks around because they're worried about getting someone to cover their shift?)

"I'm fifteen! Don't you think someone will notice?"

Instead of something polite, like the ghost actually showing itself so they can talk reasonably about this face to face, he gets a specials board and markers. Okay. He's done stranger stuff than this. The worst that can happen is he gets another talk about how Strongly Disappointed his parents are in him. Besides, what can anyone do to him, really, for serving customers illegally?

(He's going to try not to think about that.)

Specials
Milkshakes?

Your bartender this evening is not yet aware that he's at the end of the universe. Have fun!