The Bar at the End of the Universe

Pete wandered out of, the elevator, clad in robe and slippers, both of a rich red, and headed for the bar. Pete was a man of middling height, with dark eyes and dark hair, and a smile on his face.

He patted the girl and smiled.

"Hello, cutie. Think you can scare me up a London Times, a Hinkley's big breakfast, and a tall glass of scotch?"

And lo, those things were provided.

"Thanks."

He gathered them up and headed for a table, where he was soon eating and reading. The table was one where he could watch the bar as he did these things, and he did just that.