The guys that gotta go ta work in the morning start filtering outta the bar into the cool summer night air. Bob and Doug and the big hairy guy are elbowed up on the bar, starin' at themselves in the mirror, eatin' pickled eggs and buyin' tickets for tommorrow's meat draw. The floor is littered with peanut shells and losing pulltab tickets.

Bored, the woman in the Atherly Arms T-shirt gets up from her table and stands on the small stage in the corner. Johnny Death lowers the house lights and the bar goes right quiet. As the single spot light comes up on the woman in the Atherly Arms T-shirt, an accordian breathes an un-named tune into the waiting darkness.

"Hey, boys," says the woman in the Atherly Arms T-shirt, " I got somethin' I think you all wanna see." All eyes gaze with varying states of focus at the woman on the stage as she slowly untucks her Atherly Arms t-shirt from the top of her jeans. Focus and attention become clearer as she pulls her top higher and higher, revealing...
" No way !" shouts Bob, or maybe Doug, " That's friggin beautiful! She's got a friggin' video of the '72 series! Stuck in her pants!"

" Hey hosehead, I saw her first, eh?" says Doug, or maybe Bob.