So 'the longest bar in town' ain't. Cha Cha shrugs.
Billiard balls crack in the background.
You'll have to come back at 3pm. She's on bar time. Return at the suggested hour, sheepishly nod to Cha Cha, sit in the middle of the bar, alone, order a Corona with lemon and a shot of Cuervo. Take a good look down the bar. Notice the cluster of barflies at one end.