Joe had been about to close down the bad for the night as one very late customer came in. Rather than ordering a drink the proper way, however, this one just magically appropriated a bottle and settled down in a corner with it.

Joe frowned, left his place at the bar and walked over to the man.

"Good evening," he said. "I'm Joe, the bartender here. It's called bartender because I tend to the bar, and the orders of the people in it. It's not some self-service facility here, you know."