And in thru the door slips a rather scruffy looking fellow. Hiking boots unlaced, shirt tail hanging out, and a weeks worth of beard trying to get ahold on his face. With a camera around his neck and a guitar slung over his back he looks suspiciously around the room and makes his way inconspicuously over to the bar staring toward the floor to avoid any gazes that might fall upon him. Upon receiving his grape Nehi, he looks for a dark corner where he can watch the evenings proceedings unobserved. Strange sort of place this, with what appears to be green slime in a hole in the floor, and a bunch of crusty old geezers having what looks like some kind of body part contest. And if the booze wasn't enough, there is a veritable pharmacoepia on the bar. Not sure if this is the place for him, he slides into his dark corner to sit quietly and see what will happen next.

Wait a minute... Is that nurse wearing white tube socks?