That was a simplistic way of looking at it. "Kid, once you get older, you're gonna see policemen comin' here regularly after work like it's nothin'. Take Sparks Nevada, for example. Overly dedicated to his work, still comes to my saloon once a week. Can't blame him, what with him bein' one of the few lawmen on Mars." He waved at a couple that was leaving before continuing. "He doesn't come here as often now that we're on another planet, but you can't break old habits that easily."

He stepped out form behind the counter, ready to run to the kitchen to prepare Ace's meal, when the question stopped him. There was never small talk with the Barkeep; there was only all talk.

"After midnight. No one in their right mind goes out to drink in the mornin'. But durin' the middle of the week, I close a bit early when it's light out. That way I can get home in time to have dinner with Ramza. But don't you worry, I still got time before I close today." With that, he turned to the kitchen. There were other customers waiting for him, and further talk would have to wait until he returned.