It's clear that people come here to drink, but the drinks are secondary; they're truly here to savor that nostalgic allure.
For Ben Shaming, this kind of roughness and enthusiasm suits him far better than being well-dressed, and after his initial surprise, he felt quite at ease.
Sitting by the bar, he admired the waitresses as they deliberately swayed their hips while carrying beer, laughing good-naturedly with the patrons. However, he didn't reach out to pat them on the backside, just held his glass and sat there with a smile.
The bartender, noticing he was a new face, came over to chat with him. Mostly, he talked about the history of this small town and the miraculous stories of how the Pink Scorpion and the Pink Crystal relied on each other.
Ben Shaming listened patiently, speaking little and responding with timely smiles. At this point, the bartender's stories weren't enough to capture his attention; now, his mind was filled with the face of the witch.
