That little devil may care is charming to Molly, saving a fiendish grin for when Qrow has turned to the bar top. Clearing his throat, Molly follows inside with a whistle of satisfaction.
“Impressive.” It’s a similar sensation to Molly; the bar is...colorful. It’s busy to them, as he was more used to taverns, holes-in-the-wall, and inns.
The bottles being so eloquently placed, shaped, colorful and the focal point of the room? That was new too. The logic though didn’t escape him; make them pretty, and people will drink.
Slipping just into the foyer, Molly looks for a coatrack. A barkeep. A barback? Anything familiar.
“Not like any bar I’ve ever seen. Puts a couple of circus tents I’ve been in to shame.” Inwardly he does admit to himself; the lunar theme he could get used to.
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“Impressive.” It’s a similar sensation to Molly; the bar is...colorful. It’s busy to them, as he was more used to taverns, holes-in-the-wall, and inns.
The bottles being so eloquently placed, shaped, colorful and the focal point of the room? That was new too. The logic though didn’t escape him; make them pretty, and people will drink.
Slipping just into the foyer, Molly looks for a coatrack. A barkeep. A barback? Anything familiar.
“Not like any bar I’ve ever seen. Puts a couple of circus tents I’ve been in to shame.” Inwardly he does admit to himself; the lunar theme he could get used to.