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Catherine and Grissom were seated in a far corner booth. The bar was unlike anything Catherine had even seen before, but to Grissom, the fact that their waiter was wearing only a bathrobe and carried a giant green towel with him was perfectly normal.
Also, the man with an extra head taped to his shoulder seemed normal to Grissom and so did the fat green man and everything else, that was odd was, well, normal. It was starting to bug her. Annoyed, she looked at the drinks list.
The bathrobe waiter came over again. "What can I get you two to drink?"
"What's pan-galactic gargle blaster?" Catherine asked very unsure.
"Well, it's a drink."
He had a fake English accent.
She glared at him… "Okay, it's scotch and lemon. But, lots of it." he grinned hesitantly.
Catherine glared at the waiter who looked at Grissom for help. Grissom thought for a moment as the waiter grew closer and closer to wetting himself.
"Um.. One second thought, maybe you should pick the bar." he suggested to Catherine was out of the bar as soon as he had spoken.
"Sorry." Grissom told the man and followed after Catherine.
TBC…