Mitchell had already lined up the alcohol on the bar (especially Tequila) and had been up searching for candles when the others had arrived. 123 seemed to be the number he had to aim for. He'd found quite a few candle sticks. Maybe the power regularly went on a strike. Who knew?
When he arrived downstairs, two blokes were already in the pub, following the pub's serve yourself rule. One face he recognised: Jake. The other was clearly not his identical twin. The bar a face be couldn't place but that was nothing new. The island was full of strangers, at least, from his point of view.
"Hey, you two," Mitchell chirped. He turned to the stranger. “ I'm Mitchell. Just, you know, in case we haven't met yet." He stopped the candles he had found onto the bar. “ See you found the tequila." Mitchell said with a smile.