JC

Blends right in. Won't say who he is. Definitely didn't forget his wallet.

Nobody on Twisted Terrace has ever clocked him. Long hair, beard, sandals, keeps to himself — Chadam's best guess is "some hippie dude who's been through some stuff." JC's never once corrected him.

He's got money, he just really doesn't want to spend it. He'll pull his wallet out, count it, put it away, ask the price again like it might've changed, then dig the wallet back out and count it a second time. Ask him for a beer and you'd think you asked him for a kidney.

Kris is the only one at Banana Land who's actually put it together — who JC is, why he's really here — and he's never said a word to anybody. Mostly because JC won't stop talking to him about it. Every time JC's had a rough one, he's back on that stool, working through the whole thing with his dad again, and Kris just keeps pouring and lets him get it out.

Nobody knows exactly what happened between JC and his dad, only that it comes up constantly, usually unprompted, usually over a drink he's still deciding whether he can afford.