A simpler scene this time around. This Frank Sinatra-esque fellow's down on his luck- the only gig he can get is at the local saloon, and the only date he has is with the bottles of ice cold root beer, perfect for drowning his sorrows in.
Hello there! The name's Captain, and I'm a performing arts virtuoso with a soft spot for decades past. Feel free to send some trades my way- I'm always looking to expand my collection.