Liz carrying booze in to the living room…

You like Liz well enough, but ultimately it’s the prospect of hitting the bar that attracts you to the living room. You walk in and are surprised by the size of the room. It’s almost the size of a ballroom, and the extremely high ceilings enhance that impression. The room is fairly crowded, most people seem to be just popping in and out to get a drink, but there are a fair number of people sitting in the various couches and chairs talking. A number of people seem to be setting up a large table for some sort of drinking game.

You approach the bar where Liz joined Robin in preparing simple drinks for the party-goers.

“Hey Robin, hey Liz, you guys volunteered for bartender duties?”

“Yeah, Evette asked us to do it for a little while. She thought it would add a little artificial class to the party if there were cute bartenders mixing drinks for a little while.”

You notice a tip jar on the end of the bar with a handwritten sign saying, rather prosaically, “We do requests.”

“What does that mean? Are you only making what people want if they tip you?” You ask

“Oh no, it means exactly what it says.” Liz says, with a wink.

Just a moment later, a guy came over and dropped a dollar in the tip jar.

“Can I get a kiss on the cheek for a dollar?”

“Aww you’re cute, of course you can…” Robin said as she leaned over the bar and gave the guy a kiss on the cheek.

“Why don’t you join us back here, it’s starting to really get busy, we could use another helping hand.” Liz asked, waving you around the end of the bar.