"You and your friends like to celebrate, huh?" Tom finds himself at the head of the line, after what appears to be a reformed hobo in a poorly tailored suit buys a hip-flask of Night Train. Walking to the head of the line, Tom puts the booze down on the counter beside you with an abundance of caution. He got it all the way here, he'd hate to drop it now. Glancing towards you, Tom ventures, "You're the one in the Santana shirt... Penny, wasn't it?"