Barrier Gate Station West Wing Pub, The Lone Drunkard

[Zynth]

A tall figure walks into the bar. One look and you can tell he ain't from around here, in fact, you could say he looks Gallic. An overdressed young man, wearing a top hat and a suit, brandishing a what seems to be a wooden walking stick. The minute he walks into the bar, he is instantly the centre of attention.

"A Bordeaux please."

The Bartender looked at his quizzically.

"You know? Bordeaux? Red wine? Bottle?"

The Bartender shakes his head.

The Gallic lets out a heavy sigh.

"Fine. Get me whatever it is you have here."

Bad move. The bartender hands him a glass of Liberty Ale.

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