"Look around." The Angel waved a hand, as if that alone could make her point. "No one is here for the ambiance. They've come to two-fist ale and hard liquor and, in about five minutes, those two over the in the corner are going to get into a fight over a girl."
Phanuel finished her drink and ordered another. "The common denominator is, everyone is here to get drunk. And these pretzels might be standing in the way. And yet they are a tasty, salty snack, that you just can't help but nibble on."