10-09-2016, 10:20 AM
It was dance night at Barry's Cantina, and so Tim had to make his way around a sparsely populated wooden floor littered with sashaying couples and single guys looking to pair off to the pumping regeton music. At the back of the establishment was the bar, decorated with postcards from the Endless Dunes, cacti, sombreros, and limes. A young looking man with perfectly coiffed blond hair was floating between each patron, serving shots, shaking up cocktails, and generally being a good bartender. As Tim approached the bar, Barry, because that's who it was, looked up at him and gave a sheepish smile. "Hey, you made it!"
