"No starting bar brawls here" Azrael warned, pointing a finger at his friend. He paused and glanced around. It really was quiet. But he didn't get into business to have a place like Tequila's bar.
"Well, I hate to disappoint but I only get in what people want. What's on demand, so there isn't exactly much choice. People get stuck in their habits so they tend to ask for one thing and then only drink that thing" Azrael shrugged, gesturing to what was behind him. A small range of whiskeys, vodka's and random assorted cocktail drinks. There was beer on tap and beer in the fridge, and one cider tap. "I'll get more stock in someday but right now... not really needed" he shrugged.
Grabbing a bottle of whiskey from behind the bar, he picked up a glass and poured. "This stuff is good. Old too" he said, trying to look at the label. "Dunno what it is. Had it a while... Think I got it as a gift some time ago" he shrugged. "Now if that ain't good enough for you then there's not much here for you" Azrael shrugged.