"...And surely you'll buy your pint cup!and surely I'll buy mine!And we'll take a cup o' kindness yet,for auld lang syne"
On new years morning, one of the busiest nights of the year for the Clubb, Gabriel and the other staff are closing up. The lyrics ring out in the air of the now vacated main room.
"You know, it feels an age since I've seen this side of the bar. Hey, Danny, would you be so kind as to play barkeep and make this old friend a drink?"
Danny obliges, taking this as permission to concoct a rare delicacy for himself, though hefirst pours out two drinks of a less confronting variety. As Gabriel takes their drink, they clear their throat and raise their glass.
"This year has been one for the books, my friends. We introduced many new faces to the Clubb, and I hear we found a few monstro