[Archie is in Good Spirits less and less these days, since inheriting the night club from a certain mute woman who inherited it from a certain jackass who inherited it from a certain writer from the 1950's. He mostly goes there to reminisce or hang out with Buffy and/or Jack. Today here's there just to do that. Apparently he chose a good day to do it. Unable to resist, he talks loudly enough that most of the hubbub dies down.]

Well well well, what heroic specimen just walked in? [He raises his glass thoughtfully.] Does he look familiar to anyone? I can't recall... Be it Odysseus? Orpheus? No-no, it's the good Doctor McCoy, younger and more cheerful than ever before!

[The grin betrays a man who is deliriously happy to see an old friend. He weaves through the tables to make his way to the doctor.]