The Elbow Room

"I'm Sarpek, resident Macgyver, and apparently now owner of a bar. Nice to meet you." He steps forward, and take her hand in a firm but gentle grip. "I've been holed up in here for quite a while. Everyone else just stopped coming. Eventually, I decided it would be a good idea to get a better barricade made up. I started running low on supplies today, so I decided it'd be a good idea to take a look outside. How is the outside world, anyway? Can I get you a drink? Something to eat? I think Valjohn's still around here somewhere..." He walks around the bar, and looks through the service window into the darkened kitchen. The hiss of a gas grill is audible, and the sizzle of cooking meat. "Aaah, you're just in time! Lunch should be any minute." He returns to the door, and hefts the sledgehammer. "Stand back." He gives the slab a few more good hits, and it collapses into rubble. "Come on in. Welcome to The Elbow Room."