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Matches Musing A bar. A tavern, maybe.Matches Musing by ~dadarulz
The distinction is dimmed considering the architecture matches the latter while the crowd is more diverse and cheerful than your average drinking cave hole.
Among the billiard playing hipsters and chitchatting powdered chicks, a strong middle-aged man with a belly sits at a lonely table, emptying his third and last glass of Labatt 50.
His receding ashy hair is well kempt. His beard stings but slightly. A long crescent-shaped scar under the cheekbone almost connects with his lip, a Glasgow smile of some sort that gives him a dreadful, thuggish look it doesn
