A man with short, dusky hair plastered to his face and head walks in, water dribbling slowly from the ends of his hair over his cheeks and neck. His soaked jeans make an audible "squish" with each step as he makes his way towards the bar. "Jesus," he mutters to the bartender, his hand moving into his pocket, "You try to save a little gas... Let me have a Black & Tan, would you?" His hand emerges and he hands over a soggy ten-dollar bill.