"Its Friday night, who doesn't?" Guy laid two freshly poured Widows in front of the couple he had poured them for, before sliding past Atley to the next patron. He wore his usual work uniform, black waist apron, black waistcoat, white shirt with loose sleeves and tight cuffs and his very non-work related black eye-shadow and eye-liner.

"What will it be? You strike me more as a 'Sloe Comfortable Screw' than a 'Sex on the Beach', but its best not to presume."