Problem

Nick didn't like umbrellas in drinks. Tradition favors a straight Scotch man. No frills, Nick didn't need any. Fads, no thanks, he just liked to watch the  parade, wouldn't join it.

His second double-Scotch half-gone, the jukebox sounded wavy, while the strobe light's began to blink into Nick's idea about a third drink. But, he knew it was too late for him.

Folks around Nick were just getting started, as frosted mugs of frothy beer slid down the noisy bar with frequency. Only problem with this lively scene, but Nick was unconcerned: the Trinity Bar was closed, boarded up for months.