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<span class="mu-r">"What's this?"</span> the brute stretches his neck. His fists are large enough to palm your head in and his chest and arms could lift and throw a motorcycle if people still rode them. <span class="mu-r">"A suit? You looking for a job? We have an opening for 'customer'- I'll take your application here."</span> He holds out his massive palm for an ID, using his other to point at Beatrice as he quickly checks and returns it. <span class="mu-r">"Everyone gets checked. No exceptions."</span> She pulls out a card with an almost life-sized photo out and shows it off. He pulls it off of her, inspects it, and then hands it back.
<span class="mu-g">Intuition <span class="mu-i">7/10</span></span> Wait a minute, isn't that a 'human' ID? Why does she have a human ID?
<span class="mu-r">"Ask her inside,"</span> the troll grunts and pushes open the door. The sound of denim dragging across the floor is justified when you step in only for the door to swing closed. The man who was thrown into the door lies on the floor, totally plastered and lying in his own waste. The smell of smoke and alcohol, from cheap beer and obscene salt content to good whiskey and fine cigars.
<span class="mu-r">"Don't mind him,"</span> the bartender muses. He's wearing a vest and is quite tall- he could pass for a human in costume. A thick beard, concealing clothing, pale skin, and sunglasses at night inside.
Eating at the bar is a man with too much on his actual plate. Fried chicken, coleslaw, and the unholy blessing between a grilled cheese and a hamburger that is a patty melt. He has three beer bottles on hand and is devouring his meal with gusto. This man, at least, is human. He's pretty burly as well, but surprisingly well-dressed for a man stuffing his face like a pig- dress shirt and tie. Within a moment, he's quaffed the third beer, setting it down with the two other empty dark bottles.
In the back, there are smoking seats, as well as tables for gambling and billiard tables. There's a side room with glass walls and both a pool and card table, for those who can't stand smoke.
The menu, which has been taped together in parts and stained in others, is pretty standard. Burgers, fries, fried chicken, an excuse of a side salad drenched in either ranch or Caesar dressing, large pretzels with cheese and mustard, pizza slices or full pies with cheap ingredients, pulled pork, other sandwiches, and, of all things, both borscht and American-style chili. For drinks, there's beer, whiskey, tequila, beer, vodka, soft drinks, cocktails, and beer. This place seems to take the approach that quantity is in fact a form of quality.
>>Pythagoras's Theorem
>You'll have about a half-sized version of whatever that guy is having.
>Just booze, for the time being... It's been a long day.
>Pizza's a comfort food for you.
>A non-smoking table seems preferable.
>You haven't played billiards in a long time...
>Do you lot have a cigar menu too, or somewhere to get smokes?
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