In an unassuming corner of an unassuming region of Nationstates, The East Pacific Bar, established some time in 1988 due to the popularity with the hit TV-series ‘Cheers’, lays host to a variety of patrons from all around the NSverse.
Todd uses a slightly-stained washcloth to rub off some of the dishwasher spots of the glassware while pouring himself a tall glass of Guinness from the tap.
I know it’s the morning, but I think I will have a class of wine because I know today is going to suck… And when the day is over, maybe something harder…
Todd fixes a scotch on the rocks (using top shelf scotch to ensure maximum profit for the bar) in addition to handing Feux a wine list. “The prices go up the farther you go down the page - from the Roscata from the radiated fields of the Pax to the bold cabaret from The Wallachia Coalition. I’ve had them all, of course. A good bartender never serves what he doesn’t try first!”
Todd then flips a glass in the air and catches it behind his back, because that’s also what good bartenders do, apparently.
A heavy coat, a grey fedora, a pair of sunglasses. Mundiferrum, hands in coat pockets, footsteps heavy, lips dry, skin pale, and with a strange look in his eye, enters the bar. He goes to the counter. “Yer Todd, right?” he says to the fox serving the drinks.