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“-So this is the best bar in the city?” You ask as you step through the wooden door and step down into the foyer, presenting a wide and lively area filled with pool tables, darts boards, dining tables and one long counter where a number of bartenders pour pint after pint to many patrons.
“Yes, the Winslow Pub! One of the oldest pubs in all of Ochima, it’s been here since the founding of Rose city and is famous for hosting parties featuring such guests as Jerry Atrick the 2nd, Philly Cheze the 3rd and even Armis himself-!”
“Save me the history lesson, just tell me how much for a Rum and Cola.” You demand as you head straight for the bar.
“Good evening gentlemen, lady, what can I get you this evening?” The bartender, a tall, bald, intimidating man with a dark look on his face asks of you, his posh tone hiding a gravelly, heavy cockney accent as you approach.
“Glass of rum and cola for me and for my friends, uh…” You look at Hansel and Gretal.
Hansel looks troubled, “Oh, actually I don’t drink, just a glass of orange juice for me.”
“Oh really? Alright, get my friend and her girlfriend some orange juice.” You add.
“Her? Don’t you mean <span class="mu-i">his</span> girlfriend…and she isn’t!” He counters.
“I know what I said pansy.” You berate.
“A-Actually I’ll take a tall glass of Green apple vodka please.” Gretal interjects.
“A Rum & Cola, Green Vodka and some water coming right up.” The bartender nods and heads for some glasses.
“Wait what? <span class="mu-i">You</span> drink Gretal?” You ask in genuine astonishment as you take a seat at the nearest stool.
“W-What gave you the impression I didn’t?” She asks.
“Well, no offense but you seem really soft and girly so I thought you’d prefer drinking soda and baking muffins over downing a glass of vodka.” You admit.
“I-I do like drinking soda and baking muffins. I also h-happen to like downing pints as well.” She counters as the bartender places and slides a tall glass of vodka her way which she catches in a perfect, almost practiced motion.
“Did you jump to conclusions because Gretal is a young maid, Derrick? You know better than to judge books by their covers-Oh thank you!” Hansel scolds as the Bartender hands him his drink.
“Can you really blame me though?” You ask as you’re handed your Rum & Cola.
“Of course I can! And I’ll warn you too, don’t think just because they wear frilly cute dresses that the maids of the castle are in any way soft! Let it be known that the girls quarters have regular drinking contests to see who is worthy of the title of <span class="mu-i">Iron-liver maid.</span>” Hansel informs you.
<span class="mu-i">Gulp! Gulp!</span> you look over to see that Gretal is not simply drinking her spirit, she’s throwing it back, bottoms up.
You watch in terror while Hansel admires her pristine form, “Ah the way she chugs beer like a construction worker celebrating a finished site is always so beautiful~” Hansel compliments.
