Moon Man smiled a bit, polishing a glass behind the counter. "Welcome to the Half-Moon Bar. What can I get you?" The ambience in the bar was warm and relaxed, a soothing balm from the cold of the streets. Moon Man made it a point to ensure that folks from all walks of life were welcome in his establishment. He knew all too well the pain of being excluded, and didn't want to inflict that on anyone else. As he greeted you, he was pouring bourbon into a glass with one hand, the other resting on a soft rag on the bar. He finished the old fashioned he was making with a twist of orange, lighting the surface of the drink on fire before sliding it to a customer.