quahog, rhode island.

it was a lovely morning in quahog, you just moved there and became quite good friends with peter, quagmire, joe, and cleveland, you never drank before so the guys let you join them at the drunken clam and introduced you to horace, the bartender. as you and the guys were drinking your beers, getting wasted as hell, you couldnt help but notice horace staring at you while wiping glasses, neither you or him could tell what his expression is reading...