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A tall barmaid steps behind the bar, through a swinging door that leads back to the kitchen. The heavy metal band on the small stage grinds out a dark, thrumming anthem as the crowd bobs their heads, some at the stage, most at their tables or at the bar. She wishes her hands and steps up to a customer
What can I get you?? Do you want to start a tab or do you have one going? She scans the taproom observant with sharp, intense blue eyes. Her gaze flickers over your face... she's processing, nodding as she snaps her gaze back to her customer. She turns and grabs two bottles and begins mixing drinks.