Chapter 12
The musk of death hit me when I pulled open the door of the Old Hat and walked inside. The place was packed with all manner of sweaty, disgusting monsters. I squeezed between their burly frames and sat down at the bar between a fat ogre and a waifish goblin. They drank from beer steins in silence and stared forward at the liquor behind the bar. I knew the look well. It was the look I had after a hard day teaching, when all I wanted to do was have a drink and turn off my brain.
“What’ll you have?” The surly demon bartender with a thick beard and thicker muscles was cleaning glasses at the other end of the bar.
“She’ll have a vodka.” I heard a voice I recognized over my shoulder. I spun on my stool to see Charlie, grinning at me maniacally. Behind him stood four of the biggest
