Board Thread:Talkplays/@comment-5255416-20170619024917/@comment-5255416-20170621040110

The bartender, a brown spider, approaches Quinton and Hourglass with a warm smile and drinks in two of his many hands. Despite his lack of expience as a server (he'd only been suddenly hired a couple of days ago), there's an aura of confident emitting from the man as he sets a glass of whiskey (for the bird) and wine (for the coyote) in front of the two before they even had the chance of ordering anything.

"Small world we live in, am I right? Enjoy your drinks."