The bar was exactly as Elizabeth had remembered it. The music was too loud to talk at a comfortable level, the floor was sticky, nearly every surface was engraved with some initial or scrawled on with the kind of phrase that seems deep or hilarious when drunk, and the people were at least 60% the same few regulars she had grown to know over her own time there.
Sawyer confirmed that he had indeed been there before a couple of times, and Selene screwed her nose up, seemingly at the smell of stale beer.
Sawyer leaned down and whispered to Elizabeth as they checked their coats in at the cloakroom.
“There’s a wolf here, we might not be able to stay long.”
She reached for his hand squeezing it gently in her own and glancing at Selene who definitely seemed to be unsure about walking into a di
