They emerge in front of a fairly unassuming building, and Zach beckons for them to follow him down a flight of stairs to a basement pub. It is partially lit, and they nearly need to duck on their way in, but it feels natural. Hand-carved and well worn hardwood make up the entire place, a scattered number of tables and chairs surrounding a central bar with a stove and grill at one end, and wet-bar and fridge at the other. Support pillars here and there seem carved as well, and candles generously populate the room to light it.
"Hey Dan." Zach addresses a werewolf behind the bar, who nods and grunts in return, busy cleaning glasses. "Porterhouse for me, medium rare. Kids are on my check as well." He seats himself at the table nearest the bar, passing a laminated paper menu to Ash and Michael.
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