It's a fine Saturday in the stacks. Evening, by your internal clock.1 It's been a long week and, against your better judgement, you decide to go drinking at the Wanderers' Library's most popular drinking establishment. Opting to go Irish this time round, you soon find yourself alone in the bar, save for a lone man, dirty blond hair hanging over his face as he pours you your third "last one" of the night before sliding it down. You fill your mouth with the liquid2 and stand, finally able to drag yourself from the seat and move your hand towards your wallet, as you ask the man for the bill.
Your heart stops as your hand enters your pocket, met only by empty space. You forgot your wallet. Or it was stolen. Or you never had a wallet to begin with because the economy is a myth and the Library is free. Or-
"No money?" The bartender asks, a pair of tired looking red eyes staring directly through your soul and into the wall behind you. You nod. "Yeah, figured."
He sighs, and pulls out a green pen, slamming your bill on the table. "Show me your Library Card. Got to give us something in exchange for the drinks. Books from the Library proper work as well as a Euro or Złoty. Bit of paperwork on our part to make sure the regulars don't forcibly get hired by the Librarians, but it's nothing at the end of the day. Should've seen the shit my great-great-grandfather had to go through to get the planning permission for this place."
You pull out your Library Card and flip it over to the side displaying the books you currently have loaned. The young man, pen in hand, looks the list over…
He mark a star next to a few as he looks the list over, before scrawling a rune on your bill and sliding it and the Card back over to you.
"There. Just take these up to the front desk and tell them that Lemon needs it processed. It's hands free on your part from there. Now, unless you want a drink for the road, have a good morning-afternoon-evening-or-night. Please, do come again!"