Behind the bar stood a large and very stout naked man of about 50 years of age. He smiled at the newcomer and called out "welcome to Paradise Valley Bar and Nature Club!" The bartender polished out a nice spot on the bar for the guest, then smiled saying "what'll it be?"
The guest was still a bit non-plussed as he caught the eye of a rather statuesque nude woman at the end of the bar who smiled and sipped a martini. Just behind her a teenager clad only in dirty tennis shoes and Red Sox ball cap was playing a Pac Man machine, and behind him sat two aging folkies; a banjo player in the buff and bareskinned mandolin player, playing the B section of Red-Haired Boy. A third folkie stood nearby rather uncertainly, violin case unsnapped and open, shirt removed and trousers just being rolled beneath the knees. This person's face flushed very red before she looked away, then the other two stopped playing, the bearded banjoist calling out "strip down and come on in! We could definitely use a guitar player!"
The guest turned, his jaw still hanging slack, to look at the bartender, who had a drink poured for him. "I just give you a whiskey," said the barman. "You look like you could use a stiff drink."