Chance walked around the train for a while, before finding the over-21 train car. He walked in on an empty bar with one neatly dressed train attendant drying a beer mug with a washcloth. “Can I get you a drink, sir?” He asked. Chance smiled and turned. “May I see a menu?” The steward handed him one. After about a minute of paging through it, Chance ordered. “The pan-fried lemon and parsley halibut with a glass of the 1984 Cabernet Sauvignon, please.” (Pardon me, as I am eating fish, but my character is an omnivore)
Gradually, night fell, and the ponies on the train all went to bed, each one falling into a dreamless sleep. They were all exhausted by the day of doing practically nothing.