Who: OPEN TO ALL! When: Saturday, 3pm onward. What: Family Night BBQ. Where: BAR. Rating: TBD, probably PG-13 for swears. Status: In Progress. [ NOTE: Each thread can be considered a scene unto itself. If someone is hanging out by the bar, your character can join them, or start a new thread hanging out by Mountain Jack’s DJ booth. Use the subject line to your advantage, which would probably help make things less confusing. FEEL FREE to tag Information Brokers at any time! All four will be in attendance. Also feel free to have your scene take place at any time, from 3pm-2am, just be sure to mark it in the subject line so people will know if their characters can plausibly tag in or not. EAT MEAT! DRINK BEER! HAVE FUN! ]
Most of the year, BAR was purely an adult venue, but like most local businesses, they did make an effort to cater to everyone in town. While the tradition to have a barbecue for a transition to warmer weather was hardly original, it seemed to rotate between businesses every year as to who was hosting. Normally it was Drake’s, but he was a generous man who was always glad for others to succeed. His diner and the bar had an almost symbiotic relationship, after all. Since all BAR really served was fried food, they had a deal with a local butcher, and the smell wafting from BAR’s kitchen was a fabulous one. They had ordered and excess of beer from the Beer Barn, and to make sure it moved, drafts were a helluva lot cheaper than bottles for the night.
KPWC had gotten involved as well, as they so often did for such events, volunteering to DJ and draw people in. ‘Mountain’ Jack himself was at a booth in the center, assisted by his intern and the young man who usually did camera work. As soon as 3pm rolled around, there wasn’t a person in Grey Haven that didn’t know about the family night at BAR, and there probably wasn’t a local soul that would be missing the chance at barbecue and beers at a local fixture.
Since alcohol was still being served, a bracelet system was in place at the bar itself. Folks that showed ID for drinks got bracelets for the night so they didn’t have to keep showing their ID. Those without ID, or who ‘lost’ their ID after ‘losing’ their bracelet would be shit out of luck. Wilbur wasn’t the smartest man alive, but he wasn’t a simpleton. Lucky for Wilbur, Drake had loaned BAR one of his waitresses to help get the barbecue orders in and out in an orderly fashion.
The only downside to family night? BAR wasn’t quite designed to be so crowded, and the only solution was to move most of the tables up against the wall. Sitting room was practically non-existent, but standing room was in great abundance.