h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

Soft R&B playing in the background, the Promenade is mostly empty: the shop spaces are vacant save a few outlet: Habitat Shirts, Sketchers, Caterpillar, Army Surplus (Camo Sale!) and a Jollibee restaurant.

[Pestilence] Hey! Nice place... Hey! Hey, yo! 'Scuse me! Where's the nearest bar... Na' I don't think ya' know what kinda' bar I mean... I mean a proper bar, not... one o' them. This way? Thanks!

Yep. The old dusty bar. I'll break out the drinks.

Maybe it can be like 10 Forward. The bar is automated, and people drop in whenever they feel like it. That way we can assume there's a service droid or something until a suitable character turns up.

Nice! Anyway, what will Pestilence like...

[Pestilence] Hmm... Jes' give me a glass of everythin' off the top shelf will ya'?

(The servo drone digests the input a moment - then with blinding speed picks a bottle off the top shelf and hurls it dead-on at Pestilence's skull)
(running to the prostrate form) Oh! Sorry! We forgot the drone was only recently a combat drone before programming.

*Grabs the bottle and drinks it without comment.*
[Pestilence] Mmm... good stuff. Intrestin' service too...

*Eric walks into the bar and orders some he dodges the drones attack and catches the drink. He then sits back down and pulls a pal-top computer out of his pocket.*

[Pestilence] Hmm... I'm thinkin' I should get on back... Still, this is a nice place for a holiday.

'allo,

Good Afternoon Fred, how are you?

*Looks under the bar while the server-droid is busy, and helps himself to a strange blue liquid under the counter...*