[michime]

The bartender, an older man with a greying, short beard and eyes so blue they were almost purple filled a beer stein with the beer on tap then passed it to the customer.  The long sleeved flannel covered his arms to the wrist so if he had tattoos, no one could see them.  He watched the newcomer for a moment then started a conversation. 

"You new around here?  Haven't seen you in here before?"  His voice had a gruffiness at the edges that told of wisdom.  "What brings you here?" 

The bartender looked around at the other patrons with a smirk on his face.  The tables and chairs were filled with men of various ages, shapes, and sizes but everyone seemed to know one another.