So, we're sitting at the bar last night, just talking and things, and the owner walks over, and looks at the ceiling, like he's trying to picture something and then asks to the general vicinity "Does anyone have a Sharpie?" Nick stands up and is like "I do" while he pulls the marker out of his pocket. The owner then looks at the nearby waitress and says "see, I told you it'd be one of them" before walking away. We look at each other perplexed, and ask the waitress what that was about, and she's like "someone wrote on the wall in the men's room." Nick denies any wrongdoing, but about 2 minutes later he whispers under his breath "it was me." At which point we all laugh at his idiocy, as he decides to fess up and talk to the owner. Apparently he gets to go in and paint over it. Smart guy.