Puttin' On the Ritz
The bar was dark and surprisingly nice. Genie had taken on a human disguise for his brief vacation in the future, so he wasn't attracting any odd stares as he sat on a stool and listened to the radio. He vaguely wondered how Al and the Princess were doing, before he booted out the thought. After all, he was supposed to be on vacation. He sat up straighter, stretching his shoulders. He had been to Disney World the day before and was still feeling the effects of whiplash.
"Hey, Buddy. What do you want to drink?" The bar tender was the blunt sort, with a wiry beard and not much other hair.
"Rum and Coke." He replied, leaning back in his very comfortable suit to watch whatever sports game was on the television.