[ Midnighter wouldn't miss a tacky ought-era movie reference exploited by bars for decades for the world. Especially when the heaping helping of exploitation showcases Dickie and his concerningly-similar-looking brothers. He doesn't have much to his name, but looking is relatively free, and Midnighter brought tip money. But that also means he'll be nursing the maple bourbon he orders at the counter for the remainder of the night.

Sitting resolutely at the bar, he doesn't join in on karaoke, but he claps for everyone. Sing a more eclectic song and Midnighter may ply you with a few words on your way back to your seat, or a whole conversation. Careful—he's a talker.

And when the live karaoke isn't fighting a losing battle against the staff's spontaneous performances, he gets his money out for each and every one. Several singles raised between his fore and middle fingers while he watches their acts pull in plenty of rowdy and whooping customers. Dick, though, he gets extra. Yes, because he's the favorite, but Mid also knows it'll take more to grease his boy scout's palms to deign him with the man's attention.

After taking a leak, mostly to get a better lay of the land and the collective IQ of their patronage, if he finds one of the staff on his way back to the bar, Midnighter will pull them into conversation. ]

So, will I be immediately disqualified for a job here if I'm not an orphan, or are there nondiscrimination policies in place?