The Red-Headed Stranger notices lights twinkling in the window of the weatherbeaten old building, and from curiosity slides her raspberry-colored S10 pickup into a parking spot next to the rustic porch. She grabs her cue case and heads for the door.

Just inside, she pauses to look around. What the hell? Is that JELLO? LIME Jello??? And where's the pool table? What kinda tavern IS this, anyway?

Nice bar, though. Wonder if they can mix a decent Tom & Jerry?

"Hey, Ms. Bartender..."