(big yawn)
(smack, smack, smack, smack)
Ugh. Saturday night leftunders. What happened to Lady Dyad?
Oh wait…she's under the table with … Jeez, is that Dead Guy? Holy Mackeral – or rather, Unholy Mackeral!
(puts acorn whistle to lips and blows – hard!)
(Dyad stirs, blinks, then jumps up and vanishes, a grimace on her face)
Oh fuck. I guess this means I have to clean up.
Leave it Bear, always leave it to Bear… Where's Wally when you need him?
(starts moving things around, piles drunks up just outside the door, broom-sweeps the floor, sweeps it under the rug)
There. I'll worry about clean mugs later, now that I've got rid of the drunken mugs.
Caffeine. Must … have … caffeine …
AND … there.
Tea Kettle is refilled and ready – if a bit askew. There are pots of Red Rose and Red Rose available on the sideboard, plus all the other stuff in the box. Sachets of Swiss Miss are available, along with … whatever.
Big Bertha has sorta been cleaned out, rinsed, and refilled, and is now perkin' away.
Today we're using whatever comes to hand.
I found some leftover donuts. They'll do…
(slumps on top of the bar, and starts snoring)