The bar was decently sized, but had a humble look to it. As the two of them entered, eyes swept over Death first and then Ennis. The man behind the counter looked wary of Death, as she looked like one of those punk kids you heard about on the television. She winked at him. He frowned lightly in return, wondering what a good ol' boy was doing with riff-raff like her.
"Do you want to sit at the bar or would you like to get a table?" Death asked her companion.