Prices !link! | Bartender

Nobody ever argued.

She leaned on the bar. "Simple. You don’t pay a menu price. You tell me what you need. I tell you what it costs. For you. " bartender prices

The bartender, a woman named Elara with silver threading her dark braid, set a small cardboard square in front of him. "New here?" Nobody ever argued

"Zero dollars. But you have to call your daughter before you leave this parking lot." a little smoky

He drank the bourbon. It did taste like a fireplace—warm, a little smoky, holding back the cold. Then he told her. About the job he lost three months ago. About the daughter he hadn't called because he was too ashamed. About the motel he couldn't afford tonight.