BARTENDER

You wanna try your hand at something? There’s no rules here. Just a mic and a line.

What’s the story with this place?
Well, it started out as just a couple of the fellas letting off some steam.
Pretty soon it was a full on karaoke bar. Not everyone can sing though, so we started letting all types on stage.
‘Cause at the end of the day, it doesn’t matter whether you can sing, dance, or make people laugh. It’s all about getting your inner peace.

Peace? What do you mean?
In the Commonwealth, everything’s a war. Work, family…hell, it’s a war just to get up in the morning.
But when you’re on that stage, nothing else matters except saying your piece.
And when you say your piece, you get peace, if you get my meanin’.

Life can be harsh.
Yeah. I always say life’s a bottle of moonshine. It’s got plenty of bark, and plenty of bite. But it’s worth it in the end, just for the buzz.
That’s what going on stage is for some of these folks. It’s their drink of choice.

Sounds fun.
Don’t it? Sometimes it feels like the very concept has gone extinct.
But not here, not on that stage. For four minutes at a time, you get to have all the fun in the world.

Well hell, sign me up.
Ha, doesn’t work that way, although to be honest, I’m not sure how it works.
We don’t really make a lot of rules. It’d go against the spirit of things.

Barter
Sure. What can I get for you?
Always good to wet that whistle before you blow it.
Everything you see here.
Coming right up.

Maybe
All right. You know where to find me.

Nothing right now.
No problem. You get thirsty, you come see me.

Hellos

You’re back. If you need a drink, lemme know.

How’s it going? Good to see a friendly face.

That ghoul isn’t half bad. Any old horn can blow if they got the pipes. But it takes a real singer to make music with a rusty spigot.

The world is hard. The work is hard to do, the food is hard to chew, and even the beds are hard to sleep on. Here, things are good and soft.