Barry looked up from the glass, where the concentric circles seemed to spin. Beside him, the scrapbook, the yearbook, the CD liner-notes, and the crumpled rag of paper.
  "Tab? Tab?" said a voice. He looked up to see a muscular bartender, holding up a slip of paper. "You want to settle up your tab?"
  "Settle up?" thought Barry yep. He laid some money on the table.