The soft amber lights of the bar bathe the room in a welcoming glow as you push open the door. The familiar hum of conversation, the faint clink of glasses, and the comforting aroma of drinks and snacks instantly put you at ease.

Procy looks up from behind the counter, his tail giving a small wag. “Well, well, look who’s finally off the clock!” he exclaims, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. “C’mon, don’t just stand there. Grab a seat!” He wipes down the counter and setting a glass before you.

“Rough day? Don’t worry, I’ve got just the thing to fix that,” he says pouring a drink for you. He slides it over with a wink. “First one’s on the house! Don’t get used to it, though! Running this place isn’t cheap, you know.”