"Reuben and fries.  Rare sirloin with double starches for the handsome fellow wearing gloves, portabella panini for the lady.  Medium well sirloin and salt potatoes, coke and amaretto.  And filet minion, bloody as hell, loaded potato and salad, chocolate and water," rattles off the suddenly rushed bartender.  She takes the order back to the kitchen and comes back out with Taylor's house salad and ranch dressing, pours the new round of drinks, and finally sets out rolls of silverware in front of each of the guests.<br/><br/>"Management has told me that all food and nonalcoholic drinks are at a 15% discount due to the weather and because the TV and phones are out.  You'll see the adjustment on your check when you wrap up," she said.  To Edwin, she gave a smile, and freshened up his coffee.  "You folks are from out of town, most like.  Just passing through, or were you headed to Miner's Folly for some reason?"<br/><br/>A little further down the bar, Cynthia scowled as Vivian cut her off.  She raised her voice, loud enough to be heard over the conversation of the group of investigators.  "I am<strong>not</strong>drunk, Viv, don't start with me about that.  Look, if we're going to be stuck here, I am at least resolved suffer through with the least amount of sobriety I can manage.  We put a deposit at the resort, you know.  I don't expect that we'll see<em>that</em>money again.  We might as well have just stayed at my apartment."