Designated Driver Required

After a total of thirteen hours of driving, over two days, and excluding stops, we finally finished our crossing of Texas.  It really could be a country on its own.  I feel a lot like the chap who set out last week to swim across the Pacific.  
The only game in town (within walking distance of the hotel) was a sports bar with some specialized booths along one wall.  You can sit there with a few of your drouthy pals and pour your own beer from your own, personal taps.  The beers were a bit pedestrian, but I suspect the likely clients won't be that discerning.  The computer gizmo works like a gas pump and counts ounces dispensed.  The price per ounce, for all the ounces you plan to drink, plus a reliable way to get home are all you require.