The flickering neon sign outside didn’t discriminate, but the trio currently standing at the threshold was testing the structural integrity of the "All Realms Welcome" policy.
The tavern went silent. Even the half-orc bard stopped strumming his lute, his fingers frozen on a minor chord. The Interaction A Princess, an Elf, and a Demon Walk Into a Bar...
"We got ale and 'The Special,'" the bartender grunted, polishing a mug with a rag that was arguably filthier than the glass. The flickering neon sign outside didn’t discriminate, but
The Princess approached the bar, tapping a manicured finger on the sticky wood. "A glass of your finest vintage," she commanded. "Preferably one that hasn’t been used to clean a boot." '" the bartender grunted