The acrid smell of cheap tobacco and watered-down alcohol assaulted Alex and Nadia's nostrils as they entered the pub.
The rather noisy building quickly quieted down as the inhabitants threw their gaze at the door.
Feeling the lingering gazes of a few, neither of them bothered to react to it as they casually walked over to the counter.
Slowly but surely, the noise returned and with it, a most terrible musical experience as the lady that sang on stage to the beat of the instrumentalists did not realize the terrible state of her larynx, resulting in her emitting the most terrifying sounds in the name of singing.
Of course, based on how everyone was doing their things, few seemed to mind the cacophony of sounds masquerading as music.
Making their way over, Nadia took her seat while Alex called the attention of the bartender.
The man, a youth with brown hair and light black skin, wore an apron and a hairnet over his bushy hair.
