"Shit, Ace," Namur turned where indicated, and slipped the whale of a car neatly into a parking space off to the side of the bar. "Make y' take a class for everythin' 'round Garden. How t' swim. How t' cook. How t' wear yer damn clothes, even." He chuckled. Garden Code was the worst class by far and Ace would have to take it sometime in the next year. Namur did not envy him.

"A'ight, everyone out. If yer goin' t' get s' damn sloshed y' puke, do it inside or on the ground. Y' splash Li'l Blue an' I'll end y'."