The inside was batshit crazy.
Ultimatum made their way into the establishment and through the dense group of people standing in between the aisles.
There didn't seem to be a single area that was free from mooshs and humans alike, along with a few shorter stumpier beings that resembled dwarf's walking around as well.
Everyone was drunk, holding their own jugs of rum and booze as they waltzed around the place.
Drinks were being thrown everywhere, laughter and conversation filling up the atmosphere.
Waiters were rushing through the people in the aisles, attempting to not spill their drinks amidst the chaos.
The six finally made it to the front of the house where a large bar table was being tended by 6 moosh bartenders.
Hanzo was leading the group. He slammed his fist on the bar table as he finally got there.
"Fuck! This is why I hate coming here every time... its such a mess." He said under his breath, heavily irritated.
