A small contingent of guests from Mr. Johnson's party had arrived early and were meandering about the resort grounds. They all stopped in to meet their bartender extraordinaire, junker. Some partake in the poison, while others do not. After all, no one wants to be the one remembered for going shirtless and singing their best a cappella rendition of Frank Sinatra's My Way from a tabletop.
So far it has been tame. The friendly bartender has picked up murmurs of the intent of this gathering, although it doesn't make a lot of sense to him. No less so than topics of conversation he frequently listens to from those patrons still in the bar past midnight insisting they aren't even buzzed, and this is the year they get that promotion.
The remainder of the guests in this party have trickled in. In checking the guest list, it appears that all are accounted for. Given that this party's tab is already covered with an included 20% gratuity (junker still leaves out the tip jar), there isn't much for the barkeep to do but relax and make money.
Please take note. While junker takes his job seriously (a little too seriously, perhaps) and does not partake in gossip, his counterpart Jim has been known to drink with the clientele. Jim sometimes has loose lips, and has been known to repeat things from a variety of conversations. Do take care if you value your privacy.