The Bar

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A strangely rustic tavern with an old-timey charm. As one of the first buildings constructed when The Collective was established, the wooden walls and bar show their age, but it only serves to add to the charm of the establishment.

[NixNox]

Jack Stringer walked into the bar, disheveled and tired from a long shift. He was a young man of average height and athletic build. His blond hair was currently coated in a fine layer of soot. He ran the metal refinery, turning the ores dug up from the mines into metals to be worked. It wasn't glorious work, but it needed to be done. He asked the bartender for a shot of whiskey, and she slid it over to him. The barkeep was cute with a nice build and a vibrant blue pixie cut, Jack had thought about asking her to engage in some of that free love The Collective was famous for, but he was pretty sure she batted for the other team. So instead he just thanked her for the drink and slung it back