Bill stepped through the door into the bar, shaking rain off his coat. The inside of the building matched the outside… there was barely anything outside to even show it was a bar, it had been more a feeling he got as he walked past in the pouring rain. The inside was gloomy and stank of stale alcohol, though he had a sense it was larger than it looked. Though he couldn’t work out why he felt that way.
He didn’t really care. It was a bar. It was close to his home. It got him out of the rain. It saved him from walking any further in his tattered and uncomfortable shoes. He headed towards the long wooden bar and grabbed one of the many empty stools.
The lighting was just as dim at the bar. The barkeep stood at the other end and was mostly shadows and shape, though Bill had the dis
