Taylor smiled as she made her way into the inn. It was her favorite place to have a drink or two, and, the best part was, they didn't throw you out if you got drunk. Yup... drink yourself dead if you want. It went that way unless the elder innkeeper, Mrs. Ellis, was there. Then you'd leave after three drinks.
Luckily, as horrible as this may sound, Mrs. Ellis was in sick with dragon pox. This made Taylor (and this sounds horrible, yes) thoroughly happy. She sat down at the bar and ordered a firewhiskey.