A church of beer? It sounded like such a strange place. Natasha had heard that some churches served wine to the patrons, but one that had beer? She had to see it for herself.
Walking past the doors, the angel glanced, surprised that what was once a holy place of refuge was now a pub. The stained glass, showing her angelic siblings, seemed out of place with mugs and beer bottles. Still, she wanted to be open-minded. She sat down at the bar and asked the bartender, "Do you have anything other than beer? I'd really like a Black Russian."