As the bear seemed to have settled down a bit, the dancer went and talked to the cook. Coming out of the kitchen with a key on a long chain and a bucket of water, she walked out to the outhouse. After closing the door carefully behind her, and making sure no-one was peeking through the cracks, she rinsed the bear drool off her t-shirt. "If it's gonna be wet, it's gotta be WATER! Or at least rum'n'coke."

Clean, and with an even wetter t-shirt than before, she walked back into the bar and ordered a rum'n'coke to go with her pea and bacon soup...

Doug "What's she got? Rum? That's not beer, eh?"

Bob "Yeah, eh? Beer is the best! Beer rulez, eh? Hey, lady! Can I buy you a beer?"

Doug "Take off, you hoser! It was my idea to hit on her!"

The two guys start fighting, and their toques go flying across the room. One toque zings down the full length of the bar, and clears the pool table. The other ends up hanging, appropriately, off the antlers of the moose head above the door. The dancer laughs.