It was dim, only the small flames from candles that sat in the wall sconces light up the room. The miniature blazes painted shadows against the dark painted walls, dancing in the stale air that filled the room. The scent of smoke hung in the air, heavy pure tobacco that laced each fiber of the round armchairs. The plush cushions were inviting, as were the round leather topped stools that lined the polished oak topped bar. A round table sat in one corner, high back chairs circling it as if holding a silent conference while the rest of the furniture lounged lazily with no order atop the dark floor.
A solid heavy door had met her, having traveled down one of the less frequented hallways. With bucket and rag in paw the female had opened the door to find a place thick with dust. Having opened the small windows that let in little light she was disappointed to find that the stench of smoke lingered. But the longer she worked to scrub, polish and dust the fixtures, the more accustomed she became. It was almost a fitting scent, and she moved behind the bar finding many other things that fit the atmosphere.
Kneeling to the soft carpet, Anu eyed the many bottles that stood hidden under the bar. With the dingy rage the female wiped away dust that had clung to the label. Eyeing the picture of the drawn elk on the green tinted bottle, she hesitantly moved to the next. Blue orbs watched as she lined each so that the label showed clearly. Fingers lingered at the caps, and she fought to the urge to break the seal. Its pathetic to drink alone… |