Doc - basement lounge<br/><br/>Doc smiled at the high school principle as he came in, another of his clients in real life, and a second time visitor to the gulch.  Doc was always happy when people came back.  It was a little risky when someone came and never came back.  The Gulch held it's breath, worried that this might be the final client that blew open the lid on the Gulch.  But a second visit, that meant a client.   He cracked a bud light and set it in front of the man.  He tended to give people beer if they didn't specify.  He had a light hand with the booze when he mixed drinks and sometimes people complained about that.  But his theory was that the booze was there as a social lubricant, that no one here was really here to get drunk.   But with a beer you knew what you were getting... you could measure easily how much you'd drunk.<br/><br/>That was when the kid came back and crypically in emotional post teen angst, asked for something strong.   Doc tapped the twenty dollar bill and said, "I'll pour you a drink with no problem kid, but let me see the car keys first.  This isn't a dive bar where you can get drunk and drown away your sorrows.  This is a place where you come to feel good.  I ain't letting you get waisted and leave here."<br/><br/>He smiled, "Now, the fine art of bartending on the other hand is a lost art for some.  You tell me what's on your mind and I'll help you feel better about it.  I'm not a head shrink, but I'll help you feel better."  He smiled and added, "That's how I got the nickname Doc don't ya know."