[ When the video starts, it shows Nate sitting behind a desk, a book in his hands, feet up on the desk, boots beating the rhythm of a song in the background - if you're anywhere from his time, you may recognize Crank That, by Soulja Boy. The desk is a mess of papers and books and pens, haphazard.

Nate looks at the camera, the spine of the book in his hands reading Cadelle Through The Ages. ]

Fun fact for you, Cadelle. [ And then he looks back down at the book, reading out loud: ]

At Clementine Cadelle's funeral in 1845, her pet parrot, (that she requested in her will should attend,) had to be removed because it was swearing. It was heard using the term 'shitstick' as it sat perched on the front pew. She apparently also had a pet bear, whom did not attend the funeral.

[ He closes the book, a crooked grin on his face as he looks back up. ]

Now, if it was possible here, I'd totally go back in time just to meet her. Tell me, which historical figure would you like to meet if you had the chance?

[ The sheepish look on his face is not one that he's proud of, especially because of what's happening immediately behind him. There's a dog on its back, all four legs in the air, and its chewing on the rope of his lasso. He only wishes that he could say this has happened to him before. ]

If anyone's seeing this, I could use a little help to get out of this...situation.

[ The dog barks. ]

I don't know if I'll get arrested for this, but I think this animal might belong to someone and is lost, so any distractions for the police would be very appreciated.

[ Another bark, like the dog approves and is enjoying its upside-down antics, kicking its legs in the air like it enjoys it. With a wary look back at the screen, Vasquez gives one last pleading look of help in a single expression. ]

Since there are multiple bars here, does anyone know which one is hiring? Any pros or cons for specific places would be welcomed, too.

[ And after the recent quake, she figures another bartender in the city couldn't hurt. ]

un: burninate

[fade into a middle aged bald man, sporting a very serious face as he pours himself a healthy double of whiskey over ice. behind him is a healthy assortment of bottles of all shapes and sizes, various shades ranging from clear to amber to dark almost black.

he takes a deliberate swill before clearing his throat. this little display? mick rory coming to you live from criminales.]

Name's Mick. I figure since the city was nice enough to let me have this bar, the least I could do was let all of you have something nice too.

So for the next month, we've got half price drinks at CriminALES. Don't get used to it though.

Oh and if you're looking for a job, I could use a hand. Benefits include a paycheck. You still have to pay for your drinks and no you can't have 'em on the clock.