( it's usually the best call to go and get your own drink at the Invincible. yes, people can and do take the job on occasion, though it's like ships passing in the night most of the time. or, if you have the misfortune of Matt being the bartender, he hands out the wrong thing on purpose. Sally is overall lucky that he's heading in as she heads behind the bar and not lingering behind it, because he's the worst.

that said, he hears her at work and has to assume she's following the advice of the sign and doing her part to keep the town mildly tipsy. he doesn't actually expect her to do any work besides identification, though he does sidle against the bar to wonder, )

I don't suppose you could find me the whiskey. ( why does a grown man need help finding his own alcohol? well, he's wearing sunglasses in an eternally dark town, and there's a walking cane that he's slowly folding up to place neatly on the bar. the only bigger tell Matt could have that he's blind would be a guide dog snuffling around, and sadly he didn't even have one of those in life. not a good chance of one in death. ) I can pour it myself, but last time I tried to find it I had to drink an entire glass of peach schnapps. Not what I was going for.