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Sam Axe has worn a lot of hats, over his life. Navy SEAL, spy, FBI, the lot.

Today, he wears the expression of a man who feels like he's died and gone to heaven.

Of course, he actually is thinking that literally, right now. Might as well enjoy it, he thinks.

He walks over to the bar (and that's the part that really makes him think it's actually heaven) and laughs.

"Come on! Saint John or Archangel Gabriel or whoever... what's it take to get a beer around here?"

When it appears in front of him, he grins. "Now that's what I call service," he says.

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"No joke, Sam. That's one of those things that goes with the Bar. It can be weird sometimes." And he's not even thinking about how weird things get at Halloween or April Fool's Day.

"I probably should go over the rules. It's a tradition to do so."

"Rules?" Sam says.

"Yeah. They like to make sure people behave. But there are only three rules.

One, no violence. Two, no outside business. Which I think means that if you have a grudge with someone, or worse, from back home, you don't bring it here." He's still not sure that it also doesn't mean you can't do business from home. "Three, no full nudity or hanky panky here. But there are rooms here, for a small charge, if you need them."

"Family place, huh?" Sam jokes.

"Sort of? Some kids here, lots of teens, but not many actual families. I think the first head barman just wanted to keep order. Some of the patrons are really powerful.

"And if you don't follow the rules, they have cells in the back, and there's a small security staff."

"Security staff, got it," Sam says. Those'd be the second group he made friends with. "So there's actually a bartender, somewhere?"

"More like sometimes. The bar is alive, sentient...magic again. But it...well, more like she...needs to rest. So there are human bartenders. There's a regular staff - my girl is a relief bartender - and sometimes the bar just grabs people for a shift. Helps pay off the tab.

"There's also a head barman, guy of the name of Mike. You should look for him." He leaves out the rats. Let Sam meet them later.

"Mike," Sam repeats with a nod. "Good name. I think I like him already."

"You'll like him. A bit of a goofball, but capable and the sort who holds things together her. Lord knows how." One of the eternal mysteries, no doubt.

"Definitely think I like him already," Sam says. "Remind me to buy you a drink, sometime."

"I'll keep that in mind. I mentioned that you can run up a tab, right?

"Oh, and if you see a stunning blonde with really long hair behind the bar, that's Rapunzel. And she's taken." He has the sense that Sam is the sort who might be quick to spot such ladies.

"Got it," Sam says. "I tend to stay away from the younger women, anyway."

"You'd be surprised about her age," he says cryptically. "Anyway, I haven't seen her yet today. So I will be off. But it was good meeting you. Good luck getting used to the place."

"Thanks," Sam says. "Real kindly of you."

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