Entrance Post.

Elaine sees the gentleman come in, and goes up to him. "Good even, sir," she says, making note of modern dress--my lord probably does not apply, "is this your first time at Milliways?"

She is wearing jeans and a purple t-shirt proclaiming, "Milliways Barmaid--Hands Off!"

Mike will definitely be keeping his hands off. He stares at Elaine though, staying rooted to the spot as he takes in everything in sight.

"Hrrrm... yes. It is."

"Then welcome, sir." She gives him a bright smile. "The first drink at Milliways is always free--would you like to sit down?" Indeed, the gentleman looks as if he's had a tremendous shock--well, anyone would, really.

"My name is Elaine, and I am a barmaid here three days a week. I'll be happy to bring you anything you might need."

"Ummm... yes." He sits. "Thank you, Miss...uh... Elaine."

Mike looks around nervously and can't shake the feeling that he must have drunk so much that he doesn't remember going from the conference room to the bar. Or entering the bar and drinking, apparently. Or... much of anything. He shakes his head in confusion.

"I'm sorry, Miss, but where am I again, exactly?" Perhaps it's the hotel bar. Yeah, that's it, the hotel bar. With waiters that are rats passing by... maybe it wasn't just Lynne who got a whack to the head... "I'm staying at the Chandler Plaza Hotel tonight and I think I'm a little lost."
There. That sounded reasonable enough. He just needs some directions back to his hotel, that's all.

"You are in Milliways, the Bar at the end of the universe." She gestures out of the observation window at the cataclysm outside. "We are quite safe in here sir, have no worries. Now, can you see the door you just entered in from?"

[ooc: i need to call it quits for the night as i've been home all day with the flu and am dizzy/sleepy. would it be ok if we picked this up again tomorrow or whenever's good for you?]