Ragnar nods and walks with him to a tavern named The Wet Bitch. Inside, there seems to be a rather raucous crowd, even more so now that evening is drawing on.
There are waitresses running around the place serving drinks in rather skimpy dresses that earns more than a few ass slaps, and a muscled bartender whose hands are a blur as they mix and serve drinks.
There are waitresses running around the place serving drinks in rather skimpy dresses that earns more than a few ass slaps, and a muscled bartender whose hands are a blur as they mix and serve drinks.