The bartender shouted last call and nobody answered. If you answered it meant you were acknowledging the end, that it was truly over. The lights would turn on and the magic would be lost. The bartender knew the shtick and shouted again. A wave of mumbles erupted. He returned to the taps and from memory poured each of the regulars their usual.
“Tabs are due,” said the bartender.
A wave of mumbles erupted.