You felt pretty dang tired after today, so you decided to go to the HARDEST local pub that you could find. Once inside, you were greeted by a lively space, with such attractions as: A Crabrawler punching the living daylights out of some unfortunate bloke for nicking his lighter, a Grappalot dowing two pints while headlocking four opponents with his tentacles, a Galarian Weezing talking with a (shrinked) Gigantamax Kingler about the "good 'ol days", the..... mystery pint on the floor, and even a wanted poster for a Galarian Mr. Mime, all with a band playing Free bird 24/7. When you decide to grab a drink, you are greeted by the bartender: A elderly Perrserker, with a big gray beard, orange eyes, and a viking helmet adorned with two curved horns Eyyyyyyyy! welcome to my pub mate. Now show us ya coin and order something will ya? Maybe you should ask him about his...interesting customers. This does seem like a WILD-ass sesh after all