V.1.26 (House of Caecilius Iucundus); 4091: Whoever loves, let him flourish. Let him perish who knows not love. Let him perish twice over whoever forbids love.
"Which bars do you recommend?" Jim asked. "I can't say I know many. There's one down on Main Street, I remember playing there once. Company was nice, I suppose, if a bit crowded."
"Sure, I could use a drink," Jim drawled, standing up and stretching. "Though I'm a bit worried you won't be able to keep up. By the time I was sixteen, I had broken three bar records and was thrown out of four."