Serendipity

The bar wasnt much to look at. From the outside it appeared as it should to encourage whomever was looking at it to be intrigued enough to step inside. The inside was as seemingly non-descript. It was fairly well lit, to some extent. It was fairly clean, in places. It had the traditional bar with stools and a footrail. It had an old piano in one corner with plenty of tables between it and the bar.

The normal bar paraphernalia adorned the wall overtop the recessed bar as well as decorating the back of the bar itself. The bartender was a big bear of a man that referred to everyone by the name they had given him during the course of their conversations. He was easy to talk to and always seemed to be able to tell people what they needed to hear.