Loud- very very loud. It was a bar, what did you expect? The revolution was in full effect as was the writing of the constitution. Fights in the streets were daily and almost encouraged. Loyalists and colonists, Federalists and Anti-Federalists, might as well be cats and dogs. As you attempted to make your way to the counter to get a drink, you bumped into a larger man. He wasn’t too tall, and he seemed to be wealthy based off of the suit he was wearing. He looked at you- he didn’t have to look up nor look down. He was very average height.

“..Er..Can I help you..?”

He seemed to be at least tipsy, probably not drunk.