The Gateway Pub

The door opened easily under his hand but the demon was in for a surprise when he opened it. He had been chasing his prey for three days and had finally tracked down William Breaker to a run down motel. As the demon, most commonly called the collector, opened the door he expected to find a run a shitty ass motel room and William Breaker cowering in the corner. What he found instead was a pub. He stood there for a moment with the door open, looking between the parking lot alongside the motel and inside the pub.

"Looks smaller on the outside", he muttered to himself but the strangeness of this event didn't stop him from stepping inside.It didn't matter if it was a motel room, a pub or the fucking 4-H club, if it was possible Breaker was there then Collector had to go in. The pub was quiet but not empty, not with a bartender standing behind the bar and a couple sat near the fire. None of them were Breaker of course.

As Collector moved further into the pub, the door swung shut behind him, nearly closing on the back of his tan trench coat. He readjusted his coat and made for the bar, fixing the brown stetson cowboy hat on his head. "Excuse me", he said to the bartender, "But could you tell me where I could find William Breaker?" Though Collector spoke to the bartender, his voice was loud enough to carry through the pub. It was his hope that someone would overhear him and cough up a little information, possibly even an explanation for this weirdness.

It was a little after midnight when Seth stumbled through the doorway of the gateway pub. He had been drinking alone in his motel room, still recouping from the hellish night he had spent at the titty twister. A week later and a ton of tequila had done little to ease his guilt and when he decided to head out for more booze, here was this mystical bar. As though the gods had heard his inebriated pray and sent him. Seth was too far gone to question how a pub came to be outside his door and cared even less as he reached the bar, leaning against the wooden top.

"Bartender!" He called out. "A bottle of your cheapest tequila and a shot glass. Hell, fuck the shot glass. Just give me the damn bottle".