The Last Resort has seen its days of debauchery come to an end

Stopped by the Last Resort last night looking to spread some cheer, drink a few tallboys and play my harmonica but alas, good times were not in the air. Due to a recent celebration involving a keg, about 60 people from the Eastern Block and 3 visits from the local PD, the resort has been forced into a shuttered existence. No more fires, music or good times are to be had. Where will this lonely soul play my harmonica in the wee hours of the night? Who will be around to make sure Dean is still breathing? The unknown lies ahead and the future looks bleak.