Pancho's Bar was a dumpster dive, to put it nicely. A dumpster dive in the middle of nowhere.

Despite the fact that it continuously smelled like stale beer, it was one of your favourite places to hang out after a long day on the airfield.

The jukebox is always playing classic rock, even when you're picking the next song for Carol or Maria to sing.

"Ooh! I have one for you to sing," you chirp as you press on the song of your choice for Carol to sing. Carol instantly takes the microphone off of you with a smirk. Her turn.