He had his headphones on and was singing along, probably a bit too loudly considering his level of ability was on par to a Malboro's mating call. Eyes, closed, he walked through the door, past the bar, jumped over the bar and started mixing drinks before he realized he wasn't in his bar.
With a shrug he turned up the volume and went back to work.
"Carry on my wayward son, there'll be peace when you are dooone. Lay your weary head to reeeeest, don't you cry no more!!!"