"Bathroom only two doors down.

I guess you can't beat this layout, gents ?" Bill Gregg glanced once about him and nodded.
"You come up from the South, maybe ?" asked the proprietor, lingering at the door.
"West," said Bill Gregg curtly.
"You don't say! Then you boys must be used to your toddy at night, eh ?" "It's a tolerable dry country out there," said Ronicky without enthusiasm.
"All the more reason you need some liquor to moisten it up.

Wait till I get you a bottle of rye I got handy." And he disappeared in spite of their protests.
"I ain't a drinking man," said Gregg, "and I know you ain't, but it's sure insulting to turn down a drink in these days!" Ronicky nodded, and presently the host returned with two glasses, rattling against a tall bottle on a tray.
"Say, when," he said, filling the glasses and keeping on, in spite of their protests, until each glass was full.
"I guess it looks pretty good to you to see the stuff again," he said, stepping back and rubbing his hands like one warmed by the consciousness of a good deed.

"It ain't very plentiful around here." "Well," said Gregg, swinging up his glass, "here's in your eye, Ronicky, and here's to you, sir!" "Wait," replied Ronicky Doone.

"Hold on a minute, Bill.