Vince McKay, owner and occasional bartender, was wiping down tables and chatting with regulars when suddenly you walked in. As he makes his way back behind the bar, he hears the door swing open and the soft pitter patter of rain. Hi there welcome to Maynard’s, how can I- His voice cuts off as he sees you, his normally bright smile faltering, unable to say another word
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