|[ WHO ]| : Myron + OTA |[ WHERE ]| : The bar |[ WHEN ]| : Evening |[ WHAT ]| : Checking out the bar |[ RATING ]| : TBD. Mentions of alcohol. |[ STATUS ]| : Open to anybody.
If he was going to be stuck in this blasted hotel, he was going to have some fun, at least. Myron Disapparated downstairs from his room to the lobby with a small 'pop', and found his way to the bar. Somebody said it was well-stocked so he was hoping there would be a stash of Ogden's Firewhiskey. Surveying the shelves, he grinned when he spotted it and grabbed a shot glass. Hearing somebody enter the bar, he turned to face them and invited them over. "C'mon, have a drink with me."