The Bridge Under

The place is brightly lit, the lamps above lit with aurum, light spirits. the main floor is clear and empty, for mingling or dancing. The steps leading down into the pub from the sweet open up in the corner of the pub.

The walls to the left and right are lined with solid oak tables, each with everburning flame candles to lighten the mood. Behind the bar, Booker walks about on his stilts, a smile and a laugh for everyone. Tucked away at the end of the bar is the karoke machine, broken out anytime someone wants to sing, a jukebox fitted for the rest of the time.

As you walk in, everyone cheer and guzzles their drinks, laughing and ordering more, a ritual clearly set in place for a long time now.