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The normal-looking door opened to reveal a dive bar in all its worn glory. A scuffed-up pool table sat in the middle, along with a card table that had one awkwardly short leg. The matching chairs didn't look so hot, either. A brown leather couch with several conspicuous tears in it sat to one side, as did a crooked dart board, missing half the darts.
Alanna sidled up on a creaky stool to the (suspiciously untended) bar. She reached up and grabbed vodka and a glass from the shelf above the bar, and then down to the small fridge below the counter for tonic and ice. She hummed a tune to herself as she mixed her drink with one of those tiny red coffee straws.
(( Oh, but this is a special bar! Everything consumed will get your character drunk. If they drink the water, if they eat the peanuts, eventually they will get shitfaced. Up to you whether they notice or not. ))
Alanna sidled up on a creaky stool to the (suspiciously untended) bar. She reached up and grabbed vodka and a glass from the shelf above the bar, and then down to the small fridge below the counter for tonic and ice. She hummed a tune to herself as she mixed her drink with one of those tiny red coffee straws.
(( Oh, but this is a special bar! Everything consumed will get your character drunk. If they drink the water, if they eat the peanuts, eventually they will get shitfaced. Up to you whether they notice or not. ))