There was only one pub in this town worth wasting my time at and that was O'leerys. Strolling up to the bar I took in the familiar surroundings with my new eyes. The back wall was all glass shelves that reached at least 6 feet up with varying priced liquors. This bar actually had a good selection of high end whiskey. The bar itself was carved from solid oak covered with a thick layer of resin to preserve it. There were clan shields burned into the wood that dated back hundreds of years. Leather bar stools and old school decaying pool tables completed the atmosphere.
"What will it be?" The bar maid leaned across the bar as she asked for my drink order. Her tight black v-neck shirt dipped well into her cleavage. The tiny name tag clung to the already thin material as it stretched over her
