rises from behind the bar like the creature from the black lagoon. The resemblance is uncanny, thanks to the holy divinity of all hangovers, augmented by a night spent sleeping draped over a beer barrel.
She looks around the gathered community. How nice, she thinks, to see some of the old clientele have remembered this place, and its warm friendly ways of throwing chairs at newcomers to make them welcome. And we have some newcomers, discovering for the first time the delights of good ole' Harry's.
shakes her head to clear it, and regrets it instantly. Or maybe the room really is on spin cycle. Reaching for a large frying pan (skillet) she asks anyone who is still awake
"Ok, Breakfast. Who's for a full english? I have plenty of bacon!"