[craigtoo]

After a few rounds at the bar you've relaxed and start to take in your surroundings. White table cloths, expensive flatware...nice place. For the past 20 minutes or so, a steady stream of characters nod politely to the bartender, and walk towards the back. You overhear the bartender tell a few of the patrons about the "new entrance" off the pier.

As you take another look out at the ocean, you see it hasn't calmed down at all...Then, a small fuzzy creature scurrying across the ceiling catches your eye..."Was that a Wombat?" you think to yourself. "What's he doing on the ceiling?" You watch as the Wombat makes his way to the back.

"Bartender, what's going on back there?"

"Here's another round, on the house - Everyone's invited, go back and check it out...!" He points over his shoulder with his thumb.

You grab your drink and follow the Wombat. As you round the corner behind the bar, you look to the ceiling and marvel at the little upside down door in the wall. It's just closing....

WHAM! You walk straight into a large piece of Mahogany. It's a door. Your hopes that no one noticed are dashed as a you hear a woman's voice.

"You'll probably wanna pull on that handle first...next time. Anyway, can you hold it open for me? I gotta bring this new keg to the back."

You open the door for her.

Crossing the threshold, you take a few seconds to allow your eyes to adjust to the dimly lit room. Smoke hangs thick in the air - you breathe deeply, enjoying the sweet smell, and privately thank the inventor of iBacco - "all the head-rush and atmosphere, none of the health risks." With the exception of a few small round windows, the only illumination is from candles.

The craftsmanship is evident. Walls and ceilings made of dark stained wood. The bar, is exactly as long as it needs to be. The furniture is strong, thick tables with worn benches. Along each wall there are large booths with high backs. The wide planked flooring is littered with peanut hulls.

Across the room, at the other entrance, low benches hug the walls of an entry foyer. Boots are lined up and pegs on the wall are laden with foul weather gear.

There's what appears to be a small stage in one corner. Guitar and Mandolin can be heard.

You make your way to the bar and pull up a stool and settle in...